Firion never felt better despite the lump in his throat.
I never thought this day would come…
The passage of days brought restoration to Firion's body, his movements growing fluid and confident once more. He found purpose in assisting Kaida with her daily rituals—tending the garden, laundering clothes, and other humble tasks that filled their quiet hours. She had even fashioned garments for him with her own hands, though his trousers required multiple refitting, particularly in the regions where her measuring tape lingered with curious attention.
Yet his eyes remained prisoners of darkness. The most he could perceive were shifting shadows, blurred silhouettes dancing at the edges of his vision. The possibility of permanent blindness settled over him like a shroud, and he mourned silently for the colors he might never witness again.
Whenever he ventured beyond the dwelling's walls, the young demon insisted on guiding him by the arm, her touch gentle but firm—even when his heightened hearing rendered such assistance unnecessary.
I may not see properly, but my ears paint the world around me with perfect clarity. Yet I cannot wound her tender heart by refusing.
Though perhaps—just perhaps—he simply cherished her company more than his pride would permit him to admit. Kaida's sweetness and humble grace made it increasingly difficult to reconcile her with the blue-horned demons of his nightmares.
Her preference for wearing thin, gossamer garments did little to aid his composure whenever she brushed against him, her curves pressing through the delicate fabric. Her well-endowed form and her propensity for affection-laden embraces left him perpetually flustered.
I am an elf. She is a demon. And beyond that—I am far older than she! She has not even seen half my years! She told me she is 193, while I have lived 424! He would grumble inwardly.
Though he dared not speak such thoughts aloud, the fact that he harbored such feelings for a woman so much younger gnawed at his conscience like a persistent ache.
Kaida, meanwhile, had blossomed in his presence. Having someone to converse with, to share meals with—it was a blessing she had long forgotten in her solitary world. Her demeanor grew brighter, her laughter more frequent, her smiles radiant as morning light.
Yet recently, a discomfort had taken root within her. Her breasts had begun to ache, then swell, growing heavy and tender over the past few days until even the lightest touch sent sparks of pain through her.
She did not wish to burden Firion with her suffering, so she endured in silence. But he was no fool!
He sensed her hidden agony, the way she winced when she thought he could not perceive. Yet what could he do? He was still healing, still blind—useless in the face of her pain. Shame coiled in his chest like a serpent.
Then came the night that would alter everything.
A storm raged beyond the cave walls, rain lashing against stone and wind howling through the trees. Kaida's cheeks bore a feverish flush, yet she moved about the dwelling tidying the remnants of their dinner—herb-roasted potatoes, cheesy spinach soup—as if nothing troubled her.
Firion, however, was consumed with worry. He offered his assistance repeatedly, only to be politely declined each time.
But then he heard it—her muffled moans from across the room, the soft catching of her breath, the telltale sounds of tears born from pain.
Helplessness pressed against his chest like a stone. He could not even see to aid her. Defeated, he slid into his bed, feeling utterly worthless.
Kaida sensed his turmoil and felt her own heart clench. *If only I could connect with him more... and I wish these breasts would cease their torment!* She cursed silently.
Sleep eluded them both as the night deepened. Only Misha slumbered without struggle.
The blue-horned girl tossed and turned, her sore, swollen chest making rest impossible. She bit her lip against the pain, her eyes reddened from weeping.
Firion's ears caught every whimper, every restless movement. His heart ached for her, and he knew—he knew—he had to act.
He rose and crossed the room to where she lay beside Misha.
Kaida gasped when she saw two luminous eyes peering down at her through the darkness! She pressed against the slumbering wolf. "Firion? Is that you?" Her voice trembled.
"It's alright—it's me. Your wolf would have alerted us to any intruder, I am certain." He extended his hand.
Kaida exhaled, accepting his palm as she rose. "I'm sorry. I must be keeping you awake with my moaning."
"No." His voice was firm. "I want to know what causes your pain. So that I may help you in any way I can."
Her cheeks bloomed with deep pink. Firion—*her* Firion—wanted to help *her*?
"Firion... are you worried about me?" The question emerged breathless.
The gentle elf leaned closer. "Yes. I don't know if I can do much, but please—tell me if there is any way I might help you!" He cradled her hands in his.
Kaida's breathing quickened, her face flushing deeper than her crimson hair. She swallowed hard and guided him toward the bed.
He was uncertain of her intent, but he understood she wanted something from him. What, exactly?
Then he felt it—Kaida pressing his large hand against her engorged bosom. Nervous sweat beaded his brow.
"Kaida... what is causing your discomfort? Does it have to do with your breasts?" He asked, his voice carefully measured.
The demon's face had become a crimson sunset. Finally, the words burst forth: "My chest began aching the day before yesterday, but now they've swollen so much and it hurts so terribly!"
Understanding dawned. Firion now grasped why she had been so reluctant to speak of her pain, given how he had reacted nearly a month ago. Yet he remained uncertain of what to do.
"You know..." Her voice emerged small, hesitant. "Today I saw a baby deer feeding from its mother, and I wondered... if you would be willing to feed on them, perhaps it might ease the ache."
The elf's sweat intensified. He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. Would sucking on her breasts truly help her? But *he* had offered his assistance—he could not retreat now.
His deepest, most guarded thoughts whispered that he did not wish to refuse something so tempting, something his suppressed urges had craved for weeks.
Firion drew a steadying breath and scratched his head. "Kaida, if you believe I can ease your pain by sucking on them, I will do so—out of gratitude and because you have asked me to." His voice carried humble sincerity.
Kaida could scarcely believe his words! Her expression transformed from embarrassment to relief to radiant joy!
She embraced him around the head, causing him to blush deeply. But he returned her affection cautiously, then settled her back against the bed.
The voluptuous maiden removed her blue brassiere and lay back, her form illuminated by flickering candlelight. A man more than twice her age and size loomed above her—a wall of masculine dominance she could not see but could feel radiating from him.
Firion—a powerful, muscular elf warrior who had lived over four centuries—was about to indulge in an offering, the only cruel twist being his lack of vision to fully appreciate the feast before him.
He hovered over Kaida as she revealed her lovely breasts to his unseeing eyes.
Slowly, he traced his hands along her body until he reached her mounds, drawing a blush from her lips.
Then his large hands began to grope her chest, massaging the swollen flesh with careful attention. She began to moan—a sound so sweet and vulnerable it made the elf's cheeks burn!
Why does she want me to suck on them? Are they truly so sore?
Immediately, he could tell they felt heavy and feverish to the touch. His assessment made Kaida blush harder, her teeth catching her finger.
What could cause such a condition? He pondered as he rubbed her aching bosom with pity.
Strangely, his forceful kneading brought a measure of relief, and she relaxed beneath his touch.
Then he found her nipples—puffy and tender like the rest. Firion lightly pinched the areola.
Kaida gasped! When she caught her breath, she whispered, "Firion, I felt something just now. It feels like there is something warm inside!"
Is this what I think it is? But now that I consider it—there were times when we raided demon camps and found couples in rather... suggestive positions. The men would have their faces near the women's breasts... His thoughts raced.
"Kaida... I'm going to begin now. If you dislike it, or if it feels uncomfortable, please tell me." He squeezed them again.
The girl tensed at his words, then extended her arms.
She caressed his face, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. "Firion... It's okay. You're gentle, and I trust you. So please—help me feel better."
That statement alone made his heart flutter, a new surge of confidence flooding through him. He lowered his head, licked his saliva across the areola, and softly traced his tongue over her nipple.
As his tongue tasted the rosy bud, it grew harder, more pronounced—as if her body knew what it truly desired. And Firion found himself enjoying this far more than he should, something Kaida's horns sensed with perfect clarity!
He closed his mouth around the nipple, using his teeth to grind the areola while his tongue continued its thorough caress! Even the bud not in his mouth received attention—pulled, twisted, and pinched by his strong fingers.
Strangely, despite her constant moaning and the sweat beading on her skin, the treatment felt good. The pressure within her eased, until—
"Firion, something hot feels like it's trying to come out of my breasts!" She cried.
His nursing transformed from gentle to ravenous as he applied all the strength of his mouth and tongue to draw forth what her body sought to release! He understood now what this was!
In a split second, a white stream erupted from her tips, filling Firion's mouth and spraying across them both! Her nipples dripped with milk as she panted heavily, while Firion swallowed what he had captured!
To his astonishment, it tasted divine—like warm almond cream, with an aroma reminiscent of vanilla beans. Kaida lay in a daze. "So why are my breasts full of milk? I don't have any babies." She grumbled.
Firion wondered if such lactation was normal for women of her kind.
But he was captivated by how enticing her milk was. He felt drawn to continue suckling, and while the situation was peculiar, something about it felt like a natural connection—a bond forming between them.
"I am not certain about this myself, but... may I drink more of your milk? So that it does not go to waste! It tastes delicious!" He smiled.
Then the weight of his confession crashed upon him, and his face burned crimson. But Kaida blushed and began to giggle softly at the elf's candid desires!
In truth, her breasts already felt better. But she did not wish to lose this opportunity. "Firion, do you want to drink to your heart's content?" She offered.
Though he felt another erection stirring, it did not trouble him. He was simply happy to drink the rest of her milk. They lay back together as Firion began cleaning her breasts with his tongue.
Now that the ducts were open, Firion suckled in large gulps, and Kaida felt pure euphoria as he nursed contentedly on her bosom, occasionally switching between them.
She loved the sensation of Firion's beard and nose burrowing into her fluffy mounds as she stroked his hair. Being wrapped in his massive arms made her feel safe, cherished.
He nestled in Kaida's arms as he sucked happily, though his eyes burned slightly. As her breasts drained, the girl slowly drifted into sleep, and the elf soon followed, finding comfort in the position of her embrace.
For two individuals who had struggled with loneliness and abandonment, they now felt something they had long forgotten—someone who truly made them feel safe in each other's presence.
And so marks the next chapter for these two.