Milk Tanks (Patreon)

She loved her squishy wizard.

That was always the risk of partying with a cow girl paladin. Her vows were to serve the weak, and she loved to do it.

She loved it when her cute wizard relied on her.

Needed her.

Because she needed him too.

She needed him to milk her big, soft breasts.

Spurt her delicious cream into his mouth as he moaned under her.

So weak and helpless and adoring of her big, creamy boobs. Suckling as he transformed, becoming either a burly, dumb bull or a weak, pliant milk slave.

Either way, the party was guaranteed to stick together for a long time...