But despite her desires her body almost seemed to act on its own, her lips parting and accepting that nipple, that milk flowing onto her tongue and being quickly swallowed. At first the woman tried to keep her mouth closed, desperately trying to avoid drinking from Alice. Then when Alice pressed her breasts up to the ninja's lips, it seemed that her protests would cease. it was because all souls belonged to her Dark Mother deep down. Alice could almost see the darkness in that milk touching the ninja's soul, she could feel that bit of corruption seeping into the ninja even as she protested and tried to fight it. Though Alice would know she was correct, and from more than just her own passion and conviction. "Loves me?! She's a monster! Barely even a person! You're monsters that are trying to spread your evil across the world!" She would protest even as her body continued to heat up, pleasure and arousal spiking even from the small amount of milk that had been used on her. My acolyte of corrupt milk." She complimented, watching even more closely as Alice worked on corrupting the ninja. "Wonderful work, my corrupted little slave. It was a reminder that she was a slave, but more than that, it was a reminder that she was so wonderfully owned in mind, body, and soul thanks to that erotic, enticing darkness that surged through her entire form. That look of love, lust, approval, and encouragement would send a shiver down Alice's spine, the corruption deep in her reacting whenever her corrupting mother looked at her with such beautiful lust. Cyliarra believed in her, and she was pleased by the lewd and beautiful actions of her slave. Her eyes held a strange, motherly encouragement to them, letting her know that she was safe, and that she could do whatever she put her mind to. Cyliarra would smile at her, clearly pleased by her actions.
When Alice got to work on the ninja, she would receive nothing but encouragement from her Mistress. And it was that which seemed to be infuriating the elven Mistress' Tome. Even through all the corruption, that love was a constant, even in the deepest darkness that Cyliarra could sink to, Alice kept her heart light, kept her strongest darkness from overwhelming her TOO much. And she missed the stunning contradiction of being around Alice, someone that made her feel calm, motherly, and composed, while somehow still feeling excited, aroused, and filled with lustful thoughts. She missed encouraging her lewdness, teasing out the arousal and fetishes of the young woman. She missed being able to hold her incredible, beautiful, adorable little slave. But it was only now, now that she had Alice again, that she realized just how much she missed this. It was a feeling that she had thought she may never feel again, but having Alice there in her grip brought a deep warmth that she had desperately missed. Cyliarra could feel it deep in her heart when she had Alice close now, a feeling of protective, dominant, lewd, wonderful love.
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