As Daniel and Reignleif are snuggling together after their lovemaking session at Reignleif’s request, Geira bursts into the room, shouting, “Daniel!”

  He almost panics at first, sitting up as he somewhat instinctively tries to protect Reignleif, but Geirahoel simply takes one look at him, and then at Reina, before finally rushing closer. “Daniel! You have to help me!”

  He’s shocked as he’s trying to keep up, realizing quickly that she isn’t angry. She’s panicked. “Wh-What’s wrong, Geira?”

  She quickly opens her dress front, exposing her chest, which stuns Daniel once more. She cries out, “Look!” She’s on the verge of tears for some reason, but it’s clearly nothing to do with finding Daniel and Reignleif in bed together. In fact, it almost seems now like she was checking to make sure she wasn’t interrupting when she paused.

  While Daniel is a little surprised and embarrassed, he glances at her chest. He’s intimately familiar with Geirahoel’s chest now, with her permission, and apparently, she’s not being dishonest with her feelings around Reignleif.

  Nothing seems to be wrong with Geirahoel’s chest, as far as Daniel can tell. In fact, her chest looks as beautiful as he remembers it. “I don’t see…”

  She steps closer, thrusting her chest into his face, “You’re not looking! Please help! I don’t know what’s wrong!”

  Daniel is still trying to figure out what’s going on, and his hands gently hold her sides to keep her from falling onto him. He murmurs, still confused. “I… do you want me…? Wouldn’t one of the other dragons be better to…?”

  “No! I…” She whimpers, staring into his eyes as her modest breasts linger in front of him, as if asking to be touched. She tenses a little, and she whimpers, “I-It aches… A-And…” She shivers, and Daniel observes once more, finally noticing what’s out of place.

  A small trickle of liquid is leaving her nipple and running down the underside of her right breast. It’s a very creamy alabaster white.

  “Pardon me a moment,” murmurs Daniel. He takes it seriously because Geirahoel is extremely worried and worked up. She’s not teasing or play-acting. She’s deathly serious. He uses a finger to scoop up the droplet, playing with it for a moment as both Geirahoel and Reignleif watch him studiously. Geirahoel whimpers, “I-I don’t want to die…”

  However, Daniel simply puts his finger in his mouth, tasting the droplet. Doing this causes Reignleif to flinch in shock and Geirahoel to scream, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” She pulls his hand out of his mouth, now really tearing up. “D-Daniel!? Y-You’ll die too!”

  Daniel smirks. “How interesting. Sweeter than I thought it’d be. Something like… liquid frosting?”

  “Wh-What is!? Don’t you know how serious this is!? I-If we both die… You have to save us! Please Daniel!”

  He sighs, trying to explain, “Geira, please calm down. No one’s dying.” He glances at Reignleif, who watches nervously, studying him for his response. I wonder if I should keep it private. Geira might get embarrassed. Though, it might happen with Reina, too, so it might be good to show them both. Daniel gently takes Geirahoel’s hands, which finally gets her to focus on him a little more. “Before I explain, can you tell me how much of your body is actually human? I thought you were essentially in a sort of meat golem or something.”

  Geirahoel looks to Reina for help, and the senior of the two dragons explains softly, “When the transformation magic is cast, our physical form restructures to be a full human. We have greater strength, durability, and still lay eggs, of course, because we are still dragons at our core. But, in order to be human, we must… be human… I hope that makes sense.”

  Daniel nods, and Reina asks, “S-So… what’s wrong with her?”

  Surprising. They’ve been alive for hundreds of years, probably, and don’t know what this is. Though, I guess they never really interacted with mammalian peoples before, except to lord over them. And, likely never to do this.

  “Simple.” Daniel gently presses on Geirahoel’s left breast this time, and a trickle of the same alabaster liquid drips out. Geirahoel squeaks at his carress, moaning softly as the alabaster fluid trails down her breast. However, seeing it causes them both to gasp. He adds, “No need to panic. It’s milk.”

  They both stare at him, dumbfounded. Daniel hugs Geirahoel’s waist gently, pressing her to him and reassuring her as he looks up at her from near her chest, “You’ve been in your human form for a while now, and you have a half-human child on the way. Apparently, your body is just preparing.”

  “Wh-What does that mean? I… I don’t understand… I-I’m not a cow.”

  Daniel can’t help but laugh, which angers Geirahoel. “What’s so funny!? I’m not! I am a dragon!”

  Daniel hugs her even more firmly, even as she tries to push away. He sighs after having a good laugh, “I know you’re not a cow, Geira. But, all mammals produce milk for their children. Humans, gatonines, cows, dogs, otters, balinkons, and even goblins. Shek and Skloe are probably downstairs right now on their milking machines, since they enjoy it so much.” He adds under his breath, “And, people pay them for it…”

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  He looks up into Geira’s eyes for a moment, adding sincerely, “If you don’t want to lactate, I assume turning back into a dragon will turn it off. But, it’s perfectly natural. In fact, it’s one of the best bonding experiences a mother and child can go through. And…” He smiles, glancing away as he scratches his chin, “Romantic partners, as well, if they’re into that.”

  Her cheeks turn a rosy color, and Daniel looks at Reina, who is inspecting her own chest as well. “I’m guessing it’s hormones from the human half. So,...”

  Reina looks at him. She blushes as well. “M-Mine will begin once our baby starts growing as well.” She happily leans on him, hugging him as he still holds Geira by the waist. She asks, “Will you drink from my breast, Daniel?”

  He chuckles nervously, but adds softly, “I would sincerely like to, if you’re willing.”

  She nods against his back, and Geirahoel finally reboots her brain. “M-Me too. I mean,...” She looks away, crossing her arms. “I… I’ll let you. I-If that’s what you want.”

  Daniel hesitates for a moment, and without warning, since they’re right there, he latches his mouth onto her right breast, causing her to gasp. He suckles for a moment as she stammers, which soon turns into soft whimpers, and then tender hums. Her arms gently snake around his head, and she holds his head to her breast as Reina pouts softly, “It’s not fair that you beat me…”

  Geirahoel sheepishly looks away from Reignleif, mostly focusing on Daniel. “I… D-Daniel’s done a lot for me… S-So… I…” He smiles up at her, shifting up so he can reach her face, and he kisses her, transferring some of the milk to her. She gasps through their lips, but ultimately melts in his arms. When they part, she whimpers, “It… It is sweet… Y-You’re sure it’s safe?”

  “How does the right side feel?”

  “B-... Better, now that you mention it…”

  He nods. “That ache was just pressure from building up a lot, and some of it leaked out.” They both notice Reina watching a little enviously, and Daniel looks at Geirahoel. Before he can offer to transfer some the same way, Geirahoel asks softly, “R-Reina… W-Would you… l-like to try? I-It’d help me… r-relieve the pressure…”

  Reina blushes, glancing at Daniel. They were intimate for a while just before, and it was a little dirty of him to kiss Geirahoel right after, but they’ve all accepted and actively encourage him to entertain all of them. Reina finally nods, murmuring, “Y-Yes… Thank you.” She mimics Daniel, nursing gently from Geirahoel’s left breast, and Geirahoel visibly relaxes, gently stroking Reignleif’s head.

  As Reignleif nurses gently from Geirahoel’s breast, Geirahoel looks at Daniel with flush cheeks and a tender and relaxed expression. However, she has something on her mind.

  “D-Daniel… What… What do I do until our babies hatch? It… It’s likely to be some time… And I haven’t even laid this egg yet…” She pets her middle-grown belly containing a forming egg.

  “If you need it, I’ll help you relieve the pressure,” offers Daniel. “Though, we’ll make a machine like Shek’s and Skloe’s in case I can’t keep up. That way, you can begin storing milk for both babies, or… if you’re so possessed, you can sell it like Shek and Skloe are.”

  Geirahoel nods with rosy cheeks. She’s embarrassed, but the intimate, private setting between the three of them, obviously with an immense amount of trust in Reignleif, she takes every word he says seriously. Daniel could likely convince her to do anything he wants right now, but he doesn’t. The three dragons stay in human form for Daniel’s sake, even at their own disadvantage, because it gives them chances to bond with Daniel, like now. And, had Geirahoel not made her request when she did, they wouldn’t be drinking milk from her breasts right now.

  Daniel and Reignleif coax Geirahoel to lie down on her back on the bed, and they both gently nurse from her breasts for a long time as she relaxes with them.

  She murmurs, “Reina… Can our children be like siblings?”

  Reina nods happily. “Yes. I hope all four of them will get along.”

  Geirahoel smiles. “A-And… When… When you begin… milking…”

  “Lactating,” corrects Daniel.

  “Lactating… Will you let me…?”

  Reina smiles. “Yes. I’ll be relying on you for help.”

  After a bit, Geirahoel murmurs, “M-... Daniel?”

  “Yes, Mukori?”

  She blushes furiously, gaping at him silently. She glances at Reignleif, who smiles gently at her. The latter simply takes the chance to tease softly, “He called me Mukori first, for the record.”

  Geirahoel won’t let go of Daniel, but she can’t form words.

  Eventually she finally closes her eyes and breathes deeply, stammering. “D-D-Daniel! You…! You… I… Muko-... I…” She whimpers, snatching a pillow to hide her face. “I can’t remember what I was going to ask!”

  Daniel and Reignleif chuckle together, and Daniel licks her nipple, causing her legs to squirm. He teases softly, “I bet you wanted to go back to your room next, right?”

  She flinches. “Y-Yes! How did you…?” She looks at him, her face beet red from embarrassment.

  Daniel scoffs, blushing himself. “I… was being arrogant.”

  Reignleif pouts. “Mmm… We don’t even know if I’m pregnant, yet. That’s no fair.” She hugs Daniel’s arm, saying with a light glare at Geirahoel, “You can make love here, but we have to take turns. I want to catch up.”

  Geirahoel blushes, and Daniel asks gently, “Are… you sure?”

  She nods. “Yes, Mukori. Other than you, Hekate and Geira are my best friends, and Ryuo is like… a big sister. I’d happily spend time with all of you.” She crowds closer to him. “And, I hope we all have children that get along.”

  “I-I see. Then… Geira?”

  Geirahoel glances at both of them. She smiles sheepishly, squeaking, “P-Please be gentle… I-I’m pregnant.”

  Reignleif smirks. “You don’t have to rub it in.”

  Reignleif then takes charge of all three of them, teaching Geirahoel first-hand how to please Daniel, taking turns riding him with the other sitting on his chest. Geirahoel is a little less proficient, since Reignleif apparently practiced for her time to shine, but they both get what they want; pleasure and cream fillings with the one they love.

  And, the bonus is the creamy and tasty milk they can drink from Geirahoel while they do so.

  Of course, since it’s unprecedented as far as any of them know, there’s no telling what effects dragon milk has on a human being with no magic.

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