Thread: Monster Milking - Hapto x Vigilant Thorne, futanari milking with monster girls)

Oh, just fermented rice, Zigg said wish a dismissive wave of her clawed hand, some spices, a little faehoney, a virgin soul. She didn't say the last part, but everyone at the table knew it, save for Terra of course. And of course it wasn't a real virgin soul - this was an imitation after all, and virgin sacrifices were hard to come by in these parts. But it was certainly real human, if not made by a kitsune then by a vampyre or lych or other kind of greater monster. Zigg had often wondered how exactly it was done, transferring the will and pure lifeforce of a human into liquid form. Magic, yes, but that wasn't an explanation. And more Zigg had wondered at the effect. The lip of the china cup was warm as she brought it between her own, closing her eyes as she took another slow swig, letting the warm liquid pool around her tongue. She frowned, it really did taste foul - but you got what you paid for, and the approximation of the taste wasn't as important as the soul itself. She swallowed, and smiled broadly. Now she could feel it, the warmth of the drink spreading out into her body, tingling at the edges, an almost electric feeling coursing through her veins, leaving behind a glowing joy. She breathed out heavily, a hint of her voice in the breath. What a rush! Zigg half opened her eyes, curious even now as to what effect it was having on the others. Ana still had her eyes closed, her nostrils still breathing deeply, her dark lips curled up at the edges, her body swaying ever so slightly. Mel was still fixedly staring at Terra over the table, ears and eyes focussed on her, not even seeing the drink in between, ignoring the twitching if her nose as strands if steam wafted towards her. Meanwhile June had carefully dipped one slender finger into it, bringing the segmented digit up to her face, her five eyes squinting at a drip. She placed it on her tongue. Her eyes widened, then half closed, her body shuddering as a strange, clicking purring started in the arachne's throat. Of course now she'd decided it was safe she'd down the whole thing, as soon as she remembered herself. And Terra. What effect was it having on her? Well, Zigg knew what effect it should have, at least if the monster or demon who'd distilled the soul had done their job half decently. A similar physical rush, a feeling of life and joy, more so as the human soul flowed into a human body. And there compatibility would have another effect as well - memories. They'd be indistinct, just incoherent flashes of the life the soul had lead, maybe a little childhood, a little fondest memories, and a lot of what happened at the end. Were this real kitsune sake, they would be memories of decadence, of a willing sacrifice drenched in pleasure, writhing in the expert care of a harem of kitsune, the finest perfumes and silks and drugs and magic all making them feel so unspeakably good their soul was lifted out of them. But this was an imitation, made by a local kitsune or vampyre or lych or another powerful monster, who may well have banked on the drink being consumed only by monsters seeking a buzz, rather than used for its intended purpose of forcing erotic memories onto an unwary human. So what would Terra see? What would she feel ? Perhaps later Zigg could get her to drink the whole bottle, then try to describe where she was, who was there, and incantations ir drugs or special tools they used. But later, after she was secured. For now, Zigg steeples her thick, clawed fingers, her wide eyes staring over them at Terra, unable to hide her own interest. So, how does it... taste?