lactation

This is a small excerpt from chapter 10 of "Forest of Bondage" by Aran Ashe - it's part of a four-part series, and is now almost impossible to find. But as with all his (or her?) other work, it's always worth the effort - in my opinion. :D It's set in a swords-and-sorcery fantasy world, by the way...

This is, of course, reproduced without permission, and I don't really want to encourage a lot of that here. However, I felt this was just too good to not share. Enjoy!

It was late into the morning when Nina, the chambermaid, drew back the curtains. Elurial bathed in the golden light. She lay upon the matte white sheets, with the coverlet folded neatly at the foot of the bed. Her back, turned to the window, formed a perfect curve - slim, with precisely drawn projecting bumps all the way down her spine, or at least, as far down as could be seen, for around her waistline was a pure white belt. Had Elurial been sitting up, her interwoven sun-gold hair would have formed a dense and wavy triangular cloak to the level of her hips. But now, with Elurial supine, her cloak of gold lay draped across her neck and breasts and belly. Elurial's face was innocent, as chaste as falling snow; her nose was small; her eyelashes were long - perfectly curved, and long and soft enough to stroke a lover's skin. Her eyes had opened now - they were as wide as innocence and just as blue. But Elurial's lips were sensual - full red, moist and swollen as if they had been sucked upon and only just released.