Chapter 245: The Doctor’s Breast Exam

Opalina bursts into her guest room with a powerful fervor, and right away, I see that the mess we made was thoroughly cleaned, and the bed has been made once again. Lovely.

She strips herself of the purple coat, revealing the bare back of her tank top sweater to me. Her perfectly defined shoulders and the curve of her spine that flows to the beginnings of her curvy hips are astonishing. She is wise to my staring and turns her head to catch me in the act. “Like what you see, Dear?” She teases.

“Naturally. I’m a little confused as to why we’re moving away from the whole ‘you being teaching the Duke’s daughter Necromancy’ thing, but...”

“Oh, shush.” Opalina laughs that velvety laugh of hers. “I’d tell you more, but I want to respect Abigail’s privacy. If she wants you to know more about her, then she’ll have to be the one to tell you.”

“Am I going to meet her while we’re here?”

The old woman throws herself back down on the plush bed before teasing me even further, saying, “Are you that eager to recruit a Necromancer into your little Guild?”

“I’m not entirely sure why I’m so interested. I suppose you could call it morbid curiosity.”

The old woman rolls her eyes at my awful joke. “Hilarious.”

“Thank you. How did things go on your end?”

“Annoying, as ever.”

“I’m beginning to question why you come to Dawnstead so much. You’ve done nothing but whine about how much you hate everyone in this castle, whether it be Bertrand, the Duke, and even the Court Mage.”

“Darling, isn’t it obvious why I come here?” She tilts her head.

“I’m guessing Abigail?”

“Yes.” Opalina smiles the same warm, motherly smile that I’ve seen upon her face countless times. “That girl means a lot to me, and I hope you get a chance to meet her... even if it’s not all that likely.”

“Why don’t you think I’ll get to meet her?” I ask, sounding a bit sadder than I intended.

“Oh. Haven’t you noticed it yet?” Opalina tilts her head.

“Whatever you’re referring to, I can’t say I have. For the record, are there any other neglected children you’ve become a surrogate mother toward, or is it just the two of us?”

This gets an embarrassed laugh out of the witch, whose cheeks grow red, and as always, she gives an evasive answer. “Now there’s a question. Who knows?”

“Of course,” I sigh. “Any word on when’s exactly the meeting is going to be? We’ve done nothing but screw around since arriving.”

“Soon enough. Are you in that much of a hurry to leave my company, Dear?” Opalina makes a playful, disappointed expression and pouts with her lower lip. This makes her look adorable yet alluring at the same time.

“Perish the thought, I’d certainly enjoy screwing around to our heart’s content. Still not comfortable about being overheard by the most powerful man in the province, but...”

“You’ll get there.” She smirks a wicked, playful smile that warns me of teasing yet to come. “As far as the meeting goes, we’ll be told when Osbourne plans to see us during supper, I’m sure. It’ll likely be tonight or sometime tomorrow morning if I had to guess.”

“Someone sure likes to keep his guests waiting, doesn’t he?” I fold my arms and raise my eyebrow. I’m aware that I’m only a lowly Guild Master, but I thought Opalina vouching for me would have made our meeting a priority. Apparently, Duke Gloomcrest has other plans.

Opalina laughs before sighing and sitting up on the bed, saying, “Yes, yes. That’s enough talking about business, Love. Now get over here and take your pants off.”

“Awful blunt of you,” I step towards the bed. My hands find my belt buck, but I linger there purposefully. Opalina watches with bated breath as I start to slowly unbuckle in a teasing fashion. “You really must have missed me.”

“Not as much as you must have missed these,” She giggles warmly and runs her gloved hands over the outline of her enormous breasts. A bulge starts pushing against the fabric of my pants- much to Opalina’s enjoyment. “Poor baby.”

My gaze focuses entirely on her chest, my eagerness becoming more profound by the second. “Of course I’ve missed them. Your tits are stunning, and I’d be a happy man to have them in my life more often.”

“Just my tits?” She shies away impishly, holding an arm across her chest to obscure my view.

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“And yourself, obviously,” I smirk, letting go of my unfastened belt. My pants drop to the floor and expose my tight underwear. The stretched fabric struggles to contain my burgeoning erection. Opalina licks her lips, her gaze becoming hungry.

“Well, if you love them so much, then why don’t you come over here and use them however you wish?”

“I didn’t get you off earlier. That wouldn’t be fair.”

“They’re sensitive, silly. I guarantee you’ll make me happy no matter what you do with them.” Opalina jiggles her tits to make a point, grinning lewdly. “Besides, you’ll have plenty of chances to make me feel good tonight. Let me spoil you, for now.” Her smile grows warmer as she lays all the way back against the comfortable mattress and stretches out.

Taking the tips of her sweater’s hem in her fingers, Opalina slowly slides her top across her motherly belly and halfway up the swell of her bosom. Sadly, my view is blocked by the purple and white lacy bra she has hidden beneath her sweater, but this lingerie still entices me further into a deeper state of arousal. I crawl onto the bed, my knees sinking against the mattress that will serve as our love nest for two days.

“I can’t resist you when you show those off...” I tell the witch while hovering over her body. I remove my glasses and put them off to the side, far out away from the action. From there, I stare into the depths of her eyes.

“I know.” She says proudly. Opalina’s hand finds my crotch. With much less strength than she used earlier today, she grabs the sides of my cock and jerks me up and down through my underwear.

Our lips meet. Our kiss is long, satisfying, and sweet. It’s made all the sweeter by the intense rub down Opalina gifts my loins. Every time she strokes, my tongue pushes deeper into her mouth and summons a moan from the old woman’s throat. The heat rises between my legs. Rubbing isn’t enough, so I push down and grind my cock against Opalina’s groin.

My lover loves the feeling of my manhood pressing down hard on her very much, but I was promised tits and tits I shall have. I slink my hands around her back to undo her bra strap, barely hidden by her open-back sweater. Opalina bites her lip as the magical Bra of Holding flies apart, relieving her massive melons. She takes the initiative and wrestles the bra out from under her shirt. Once she’s done, I take the next step and strip Opalina of her sweater.

For the first time in a long while, the radiant sight of her obscenely large breasts greets my hungry eyes. The time apart has only made me thirst for them more than ever before. I bury my face between her tits, causing Opalina to softly go, “Mmmm...” before wrapping her arms around me to smother her heavy globes on both sides of me.

The warmth of her gratuitous bosom fills me with such desire that my hips thrust down hard again, searching out for the soft mound hidden beneath the Doctor’s skirt. As my thrusting intensifies, my hands slide under Opalina’s, and I sit up to properly gaze at the full glory of her perfect, heavy tits with hardly any sag.

“You’re like a child playing with his favorite toy...” She bites her lip, her cheeks burning red as I start to run my hands along the sides of her tender mounds.

“You’re not wrong,” I smile teasingly and drop the tip of my tongue onto her flesh. Opalina moans when I drag the wet muscle across her breast until stopping once it meets the tasty skin of her big, round areolae. My tongue circles her. Once, twice, and then a third lick the other way around. The sensitive tit sends little jolts of pleasures through its owner’s body. Then, I make it worse by giving her entire nipple a playful peck, which coerces Opalina to writhe her body in delight.

Opalina runs her hand through my hair, grabbing me by the back of my skull. “Gods, you’re getting better all the time...” She says with a pleasured growl. “Don’t stop.”

Rather than waste time answering her, I grope Opalina’s weighty breast even rough to the point where my fingers sink profoundly into her rich, pillowy softness. Opening my mouth, I take this woman’s beautiful nipple in and give it a gentle suck. Not wanting to leave her wanting, my opposite palm begins to work her massage the enticing smoothness of her left breast.

“Fuck,” Opalina grunts. Her torso starts squirming even harder the more attention is lavished upon her motherly gifts. I want more, so I take it. Sucking her nipple hardens it in my oral embrace, turning it into a deliciously perky peak all the better for me to devour. Opalina’s teats taste faintly of sweets, and her skin carries the dazzling fragrance of flowers. Now that I’m so close to her body, I can genuinely appreciate the perfume spell she cast upon herself. As I massage one breast and nurse from the other, all I can think of is how much Opalina’s warm, welcoming scent highlights every one of this woman’s charms.

My lover’s voice rises to higher heights of pleasure while I continue to focus my affectionate mouth on her fat, jiggling tits. I give Opalina every form of teasing I can think of. Whether it be playfully rolling her erect nipple around between my teeth, sucking hard as I can while pulling away from her breast until her nipple pops out from my lips, or manhandling her bosoms together so I can take both teats and lavish them with my tongue at the same time.

Below, we dry hump away at each other. Above, I worship Opalina’s breasts like they were my Goddesses. When I grope her flesh even harder, open my mouth wide, and suck deeply from both tits, her climax bursts forth from her breasts. Opalina screams dozens of lewd obscenities loud enough for everyone on the floor to hear her as she wraps her arms and legs around me. Trapped with nowhere else to go, I keep sucking those sensitive nips of hers everything I’ve got. Every suck seems to push her further into a bottomless abyss of sexual pleasure until finally, the witch starts to come down from her high.

Pulling away from her tits grants me the pleasure of seeing what a mess Opalina has become just from a bit of attention. Sweaty and redfaced, the good Doctor stares at me with glassy, fog-filled eyes. “Good heavens, Dear... you’re becoming more of a man every time we go at it, aren’t you?”

“I couldn’t say. Right now, I was only trying to satisfy my thirst... alas, nothing came out.” I give Opalina a playful smile.

“Oh, you wanted milk? You should have said so, and I could’ve done something special for you.” She smirks, a smirk layered with sweet sultriness. “Too bad.”

“Damn it...” I feel cheated out of some magical milk play, but I put the thought aside and get up on my knees. My erection is now fully formed- gargantuan, even- and I need to take my pleasure from the willing woman. I slide off the constraining underwear, causing my cock to burst out with excited freedom.

“Mmmm...” Opalina once again licks her lips, teasingly placing her finger onto her chin as she cocks her head. “What are you going to do with that beastly thing, my love?”

Without exaggerating, I tell her, “I’m going to fuck your tits and cover your face in an avalanche of my cum.”

Opalina smiles warmly, spits on her own chest, then rolls her tits around so the spit spreads. I think she must have used some non-verbal magic because the spit expands until it covers almost her entire chest in a sloppy, lubed-up mess. “Come at me, then...” She beckons.

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