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Upon the Iessia
By DX



Copyrighted 9/2025, all rights reserved.


 The dawn’s gentle light peeked through the thin gap in the shuttered curtains and caressed Corinna’s face, slowly, easily rousing her from her deep slumber.  She woke with a stretching yawn and a smile, before she blearily blinked her fawn pale blue eyes open.  She was hungry, and there was fruit in a bowl on the table, but she knew not to eat.
 Not today.
 The sun’s light flared gold and cast a sharp line across her naked body.  She sighed as she scrutinized her old stretch marks, but brightened when she hefted her huge, lovely breasts, and the beads of milk budding from her nipples.
 She glanced down at Tesia still sleeping.  Ordinarily, Tesia would be milking her mistress, and feeding her, and licking her for a lovely morning orgasm, but not today.
 Instead, Corinna reached over and picked up the milking device, wound its clockworks, and attached the brass cups to her swollen teats to let it do its wonderful work.  She reclined in her pillows, and sighed easily at the soft pull of the machine.
 Hearing the ticking of the milking machine, Tesia woke with a start.  “Oh, my goddess!”  She said, blinking her sleep swollen eyes.  “Mistress!  You’re awake!”
 Corinna smiled warmly.  “I am no longer your mistress.”  She said gently.  
 Tesia hazel eyes flashed in the dawning sunlight.  “You will always be my mistress.”  She glanced at the bowl of fruit on the table, and a hint of sadness pulled at her eyes, but she only smiled happily, then naughtily.  She eyed Corinna.  “If you are not my mistress, then you cannot command me to not do this.”  She smiled wickedly and gripped Corinna’s knees and pulled them apart, exposing her.  With a hungry grin she lay between Corinna’s thighs and kissed the blossoming mons.
 Corinna moaned in quick ecstasy as Tesia soft, puffy lips surrounded and sucked at her core.  She felt waves of joy and sensation fan through her, driving her heart to the quick.  Her skin prickled as Tesia’s hot wet tongue touched and prodded her swelling button.  As the milking machine pulled at her tweaking nipples, and Tesia pulled at her queenly crown, Corinna thought she was being pulled apart.  She felt the familiar rumble, low and inaudible, build deep in her body.  It spread like embers in the hearth, warm and glowing, and they consumed her, stoking her to flame.  She cried out as her body trembled and her muscles refused to obey.  
 The sun crest on the horizon, and cast light into the valley.
 Angelica burst into the room wearing her tunic and her royal toga.  She scanned the room with a hard glare, but when she saw the spectacle of Corinna and Tesia, she smiled, and swept to Corinna’s side.  
 She laid her lips over Corinna’s open mouth.  As her tongue pushed in and fought with Corinna’s, she felt Corinna’s unbridled orgasmic scream.
 Tesia and Angelica held Corinna down as another wave crashed over her.  As it began to subside, Corinna tried to shut off the milking machine with numb hands, but failed to find the switch.
 Casually, mercifully, Angelica turned it off, then removed the brass cups from Corinna’s swollen nipples without spilling a drop of precious cream.  “Good morning, mistress.”  She said.  “Shall I have Tesia whipped for her impertinence, or her precociousness?”
 Tesia wiped the shine from her face with the back of her hand.  “Presumptuousness.”  Tesia said, her brow cocked in challenge.
 “Neither,”  Corinna struggled to speak as she sat up.  “I am not her mistress.”  Her pale eyes looked up.  “As I am not your mistress.”
 Angelica jutted her with chin, almost sniffing in contempt.  “You will always be my mistress.”  Her lips folded as she smiled and took Corinna’s hand.  She kissed Corinna’s hand warmly before she spoke.  “Since you are not my mistress, then I can ask…”
 “I beg you not.”  Corinna spoke quickly.  “For you are now the mistress, and asking such is beneath you.”
 “Then I shall ask!”  Tesia intruded, as an errant tear creased her eye.
 Corinna’s cold eyes were bright in the sunlight.  “It is not your place, my dear, sweet Tesia.”  Corinna softened, and leaned forward and kissed the young woman’s cheek.  “Let me taste of the diamonds falling from your eyes.  By happy, for I am happy.  Let me dine on happiness.”
 Tesia nodded, sniffling.  “I am happy mistress.”  She said with a quivering voice.
 Angelica failed to stifle her sob, but Corinna ignored it, and instead, climbed out of bed.  She opened the shutters and let the full light of the bright sun bathe her naked body.  She turned slowly, letting the god Apollo see her completely.  With her eyes closed she smiled as she breathed in the chilling morning air.  She then reached over a took a leash from the wall and looped it around her neck.  She held out the bitter end to Tesia.  “I have a dinner engagement.  Indulge me one last time and see me there?”


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