Milk Witch

Nestled in the rolling country side, there is small village called Strumien Mleka where there lives a very polite, and not at rude at all, sarcastic or grumpy maiden named Esmeralda Boobalickski.

Strumien Mleka, or 'Milk Stream', is a very special village, because it's here that all the women, regardless if they have ever become pregnant, begin to lactate when they turn eighteen! And when the moon and the sun and the stars align, usually near the time of harvest, their lactation reaches a special zenith! They say that there is no sweeter cream on Earth than that nurtured in the loving bosoms of the women of Mleka. And it's never richer, creamier, or more potent than at the time of the harvest.

This was a fact not lost on the Witch of the Howling Woods. It was an eerie place that even in the most sweltering days of summer had a strange, dense fog that lingered on the ground. Bizarre mushrooms grew like spongy, winding steps on the slick, dark gray bark of groaning, twisted trees. Sometimes the forest was filled with the deafening croaks of frogs, at other times it was as still and silent as a cemetery.

Wives would never allow their husbands or sons anywhere near the boundary of the dark woods, fearing their loved ones would fall to the power of the witch. They said that with a flick of her nipples, she could ensnare a man for life, forsaking his family, and then turned into a glass milk bottle! Though to some, the rumors of being near her otherworldly tits, if only as a receptacle for her milk, would be enough to venture near the forbidden forest!

And so it was, that as the Harvest Festival approached, Esmeralda was out picking moon glow flowers for her mother when she heard a sing-songy sort or voice calling out from behind her. "Hello, Esmeralda," she said.

Esmeralda looked behind her. It was the woman who called herself Sweet Buxom Penny. The young woman had recently arrived in town. She had a mysterious air about her, and her scintillating green eyes captured your attention, if only to hold them them for a moment before your gaze fell to her ample, heaving bosom. Her massive, fluffy tail lifted above her bare, firm ass.

"Oh, hello, Penny," replied Esmeralda. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"It is," said Penny. "It's only a shame that-oh never mind."

"What?" asked Esmeralda.

"Oh, it's nothing."

Esmeralda started to feel a feeling she had never felt before. It sort of started out like a strange knot in her stomach and it reached up her chest, and wanted to escape through her mouth. But she swallowed hard and said, "Come on, you can say it."

Penny tip toed around the maiden, letting her bare feet kiss the cool grass. Evening was coming, and the moon glow flowers were in full radiance. The air was thick with their sweet honeyed scent. "Well," she said. "it's just too bad my friend can't come to the harvest festival. She really wanted too, but she's not feeling very well."

"That's too bad," said Esmeralda. "Especially since they say Harvest Milk will cure almost ailment!" The maiden caressed her own breasts, feeling their heavy, soft weight through her thin, white blouse. A chill breeze rolled down the the valley and Esmeralda's nipples stiffened.

"Hey! You're right!" exclaimed Penny! And since you're from Mleka, you must be full of milk! Come on! I bet if we hurry, you can give some to my friend! Then she'll feel much better!" Penny's hand darted out to grab Esmeralda's arm with such force that her freckled tits wobbled from side to side under her sheer purple top.

Esmeralda dropped the flowers at the sudden shock of being grabbed. "Hey!" she shouted. Her voice was sharper now, "Where are you taking me?!"

Penny giggled, "In there. My friend lives in the forest!"

"In there?!" Esmeralda gulped. "Your friend lives in the Howling Woods?" She wanted to break free, to run away, but as her heels dug into the soft, muddy earth, she knew, there was no turning back. There was only one person who lived in the Howling Woods. There was only one person who this Penny person's friend must be...

The Milk Witch of The Howling Woods!

What sort of fiendish, perverted rituals did these women with huge knockers have in mind for her? Why didn't she want to to turn back?!

These concerns quickly flew from her mind as she heard a loud, but far away, SMACK SMACK SMACK, like the sound giant jugs slapping against a chest as they swayed like massive bells calling to her...

Esmeralda Boobalickski felt she would soon find out!

Congratulations to 4Fantasy for being the winner of the September pinup poll and starting off our spooky season! Naturally, that cauldron isn't COMPLETELY filled with Ess' milk, just the top 2 gallons or so. ;)

I had a lot of fun thinking about, and drawing this! I debated about whether or not I should have Penny and the witch lactating as well, but I decided against it so that the focus was on Ess.

The Second place pinup will debut NEXT week!

AWOOOOOO!

or should I say....

AMOOOOOO!