“Love?” the former nobleman asked.

“Yes, that rich and gloriously decadent emotion that one finds oneself hopelessly stuck in… much like caramel pudding,” the redheaded woman purred.

“You’ve been stuck in caramel pudding, I gather?”
The bard smirked. “Well… you know Orlesians and their curious entertainments. It’s much nicer than that. Oh, I have tales of pudding you would not believe. Perhaps we could retire to my tent and I could regale you?”

“Only if talk of pudding is just the start,” Eóghan Cousland said, returning the smirk. Leliana helped her warrior out of his armor- the thickest set for a man determined to protect those he loved. After a few minutes, the metal suit lay on the ground in a heap alongside Leliana’s own lighter leather set. She pulled Eóghan into her tent by the hand, the two lovers falling into bed together. They desperately pulled at the laces on each other’s traveling clothes, aching to be as close to each other as possible. Leliana’s sizeable breasts spilled out of her tunic as Eóghan pulled it off. She straddled him and eagerly worked at the laces of his pants, pulling them off him as quickly as she could. Leliana shimmied her own off and wrapped a hand around his cock and teased Eóghan to his full length, marveling at it as his erection stiffened.

Eóghan, for his part, was also a little shocked by his size- it was definitely larger now than when he was with Iona before- well, before he became a Grey Warden. Would the Joining have affected that? Maybe- maybe- I could ask Alistair, he thought. As if that wouldn’t be the most awkward conversation.

He pushed those worries from his mind as Leliana slipped herself down onto his stiffness. The two lovers moaned in unison, and Leliana used everything she had learned from her years as a bard on him. Eóghan tried to keep up—he wasn’t as experienced as she was—but he knew he was being outperformed. He rested one hand on her hip and fondled a breast with the other, then put that arm around her back and pulled Leliana’s torso down to him. She grinned as he started sucking on one of her nipples, tempting the nub into hardness in his mouth. He nibbled lightly on it, and Leliana responded, her muscles tightening on his member involuntarily. Eóghan’s large hand traveled up her body from her hip to her other breast, squeezing it gently and teasing her nipple.

“Oh, Maker,” she moaned, clueing Eóghan in to how sensitive the nubs were. The bard climaxed, and slipped down on his cock, all the way down, and the warrior followed suit, cumming inside his beautiful partner. Leliana lay on top of him as she rested from their love making, and the two gently drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Eóghan tossed in his sleep and felt the rays from the morning sun fall into his eyes. Waking up, he was greeted by the face of his love, already dressed. “Hello,” she said.

He smiled. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“I’ve been up for some time, but yes, I slept very well. I’ve just been watching you sleep. Did you know your eyelids flutter when you dream? And you have such pretty eyelashes.”
Smirking he responded, “It’s not just my lashes that are pretty.”

“So I hear,” Leliana returned. “I’m so Happy. Blissful. I haven’t slept so well since I was forced to flee from Orlais. Knowing you will be the first thing I see when I wake gives me no small amount of comfort. I feel safe in your arms. Safe, loved, and accepted. This is where I belong. Thank you.”

Eóghan was amazed at his own luck. “This does feel right, and natural,” he told her.

“I suppose we should get up. We have a long day ahead of us.”

“What’s the hurry?”

“Come on! Darkspawn await with baited breath for you to put them out of their misery.”

“And ignore the beautiful woman in my bed? I think not.”

“Oh? What are you- oh!” she said as he pulled her back down to lay beside him. “Oh, I’ve got something I could show you. Have you ever been to Orlais?” Eóghan shook his head. His lover smiled. “This will be new for you then… I don’t believe the noble ladies of Ferelden are accustomed to doing this,” she said, slipping her hand down to his crotch. He was already hard from Leliana’s smug coyness. She slid down his legs, sitting by his feet, before leaning over to take his length into her mouth. Leliana wrapped her plump lips around him and bobbed her head up and down, using her tongue to tease him. Eóghan’s legs shook as pleasure coursed through him, he never imagined someone using their mouth to do this, and Leliana was so good at it, he could barely contain himself. She suddenly plunged down on him, taking the full length of him into her mouth, the end of his erection deep in her throat. She worked him there before slowly coming back up, sliding her tongue around his length as she did. After only a minute or two, he exploded in her mouth, his thick cock pumping his ejaculate down her throat. Leliana reflexively swallowed—another holdover from her bard days—and released him once she knew he was spent.

Eóghan looked up at her. “That was… I don’t even know how to describe that.”

She smiled. “I hope you don’t think you’re getting off that easy, love. A good man reciprocates. Don’t worry, I’ll walk you through it.”

-

Months later, Eóghan had no words for how light his shoulders felt with the Blight ended. The country was finally at peace, and his lady love and he had time now to travel with each other. He wanted to go to the Anderfels, to see the rest of the Grey Wardens at Weisshaupt. Leliana desired to go back to Orlais for a time, and Eóghan was hoping she would come north with him. The pair walked out of the palace in Denerim together; Eóghan was crying because his brother Fergus—who Eóghan thought had died with the rest of his family—had shown up to the post-Blight celebration. Leliana squeezed his hand gently as they walked through the procession of civilians grateful for being saved by their hero- the man now known simply as “The Warden.” The lovers retired to Arl Eamon’s estate, where their old friend was letting them stay until they left to travel.

In the guest room of the castle, Eóghan finally got a chance to remove his armor. He stood in his traveling clothes—which by now were falling apart, after a year of fighting darkspawn in them—and Leliana embraced him from behind, her soft curves pushing into him welcomingly. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, Leliana,” he said as he held her hands against him. “Where did you get this dress? You weren’t carrying it around with us since Lothering, I hope.”

“No, no, of course not. We weren’t allowed many possessions in the chantry. Luckily for me, a decent tailor survived the battle here. I, eh, had to have the dress let out a little bit.”

Her warrior turned in her arms to face her, an inquisitive look on his face.

She blushed, something Eóghan hadn’t seen since the first time Leliana had clumsily told him she had feelings for him. “It seems I’ve gotten bustier in recent months.” Her blushing faded, replaced by her lips curving into a faint smile. “Want to see?”

“I’d hate to tear your only dress,” he said. There was a gleam in her eyes then.

“Oh, nonsense, Eóghan. It’s always more fun with two.” She spun around. “Untie my laces, love,” she requested. He did as she bid, untying the laces then gently pulling the top of the back of her dress apart. Leliana shimmied out of her dress, pulling the bottom hem up over her head. She twirled around, displaying herself in all her glory to her love. He immediately noticed that yes, her breasts were larger than he remembered that first night at camp. She tumbled onto the bed and she gently fondled one of her bigger breasts. “Well? It’s rude to make a lady wait, you know.”
Eóghan climbed into bed next to her, and Leliana immediately set to removing his clothes. As her hands deftly worked, she enticed him further. “There are some other things I could show you, if you want,” she said. “One is from Antiva… get on top of me. Yes, just like that, now, the fun part,” she purred. Leliana took his length in one hand and pulled him gently up to her chest, laying his cock between her expanded boobs. Looking down at her, Eóghan would swear her tits were almost the size of her head now. He lost that trail of thought as Leliana placed her hands on either side of her breasts and pumped them up and down on Eóghan’s stiff manhood. He caught on, moving his hips back and forth to push himself in and out of her welcoming cleavage. Eóghan put his hands on top of Leliana’s, now taking control of the action as he grew closer and closer to releasing. He pinched her nipples and she squealed, which drove him over the edge. Eóghan’s cock spurted cum from between Leliana’s breasts, landing on her cleavage, neck, and face. She smiled at him.

“The Orlesian noble ladies tend not to do this since it tends to be… messy. In Antiva, however, they don’t seem to care.” The bard began to wipe his cum off her face with her hands, licking it off occasionally. “Some women say they hate the taste of a man’s seed,” she said. “But I don’t mind. I kind of like it, actually.” Eóghan was only half paying attention, already on the way down between her thighs. Leliana smiled and roughly ran her fingers through his hair. He was getting good at this, now.

-

The next morning, Leliana woke slowly. She felt surrounded by a thick warmth, and at first thought Eóghan was still embracing her. She realized she was mistaken, this warmth was only in front of her as she laid on her side. Rolling over, Leliana discovered the source of it. On her back, Leliana’s huge breasts settled to either side of her, rising a drastic distance into the air.

“Oh, Maker,” she gasped as she stared down at her bed sheet-covered form. Pulling the blankets down, Leliana’s jaw dropped as she observed her breasts. “What happened to me?” Leliana’s torso was covered by tit down to her navel. She pulled herself up to a sitting position, feeling the new weight of her rapidly enlarged breasts. “They’re so… full,” she whimpered. Her hands explored her expanded assets, finding a new—but not unwelcome—increase in sensitivity. Finding her nipples, Leliana began to tease them, and the red head stifled her moans. She failed to keep quiet as she experienced the new sensation of milk flowing through her nipples, and she gasped sharply with the initial deluge.

The noise awoke her lover. Rolling over, Eóghan was astounded to see his partner milking breasts the size of watermelons. “Leliana- what-“ he stuttered out before she grabbed one of his hands and pulled it to a plump teat.

“Milk me,” she half-moaned, half-demanded. He reluctantly obliged, gently pulling on her breast, slowly encouraging her milk to let down. The sheets were soaking in her cream, making the bed damp. Just as aggressively as with his hand, Leliana pulled his head to a nipple. Eóghan eagerly suckled from her bounty, not noticing his body begin to change. The bard pushed her lover onto his side and gently broke his connection to her tit. Flipping to face the opposite way as him, Leliana pulled his head back to a nipple as she faced his cock. It was bigger than she remembered, by an inch at least, but Leliana was heedless to the warning in her head. For the moment, all she cared about was pleasure, hers and her partner’s.

Slipping the phallus between her lips, Leliana reveled as the taste of cock filled her mouth. She could feel it swelling in her mouth, slowly growing longer and thicker. If she cared to open her eyes, she would have noticed his balls swelling as well. The pair of lovers could barely focus on either of their tasks as the sensations they were causing each other intensified, each one strengthening their efforts as much as the other did. Eóghan greedily sucked down her milk, not realizing his manhood was pushing Leliana’s mouth open wider. His breath became ragged and heavy as the redheaded goddess worked between his legs. She suddenly swallowed more of his cock until the end was deep in her throat, and there was nothing Eóghan could do to stall his release any longer. His enlarged cock spouted into her, emptying more cum than ever straight down her throat. She released him as her breasts began to ache, immediately realizing what was happening.

“Oh, Maker,” she moaned, pushing Eóghan away as her tits began to grow again. “Get out of my way, love,” she commanded. He tumbled to the floor, unusually acquiescent. From the size of watermelons, Leliana’s boobs grew, adding more and more mass as they took up more space on the bed. The beautiful young woman pulled herself into a kneeling position on the mattress, allowing her breasts to grow in front of her unimpeded. The achiness developed into a pleasurable sensation, and in that moment all Leliana wanted was for her breasts to keep growing. Warm, heavy flesh covered her thighs and both lovers stared, open-mouthed, as the growth didn’t seem to be slowing down. Leliana struggled to reach her nipples, desperate to milk herself. The burgeoning tits in front of her pushed the nubs out of her reach, and she pouted. After more than a minute of the most intense pleasure Leliana had ever felt, she stopped growing, her breasts now larger than casks of ale. She lay atop them, her torso pulled forward by the weight.

As Eóghan observed her, he could see her boobs were steadily refilling with milk. “Love,” she whispered.

“Eóghan,” she said more sternly. He broke his trance with her over-filling tits and looked at her. “I need you,” she commanded. “Right now.” He obliged—her milk was affecting him, making him more compliant—and moved behind her. Leliana faced one side of the bed, her nipples pointing over the edge, her sex presented on the other side. Her lover moved behind her, grabbed ahold of her hips—comparatively tiny to her gigantic breasts—and pushed himself inside her. Leliana moaned deeply as his huge cock penetrated her. Pleasure overtook her, and she began arching into his thrusts, attempting to maximize their pleasure. Leliana’s tits continued to fill up until they couldn’t hold in any more of her milk, and two thick rivers were released from her thick nipples. A climax struck her immediately, and Leliana could barely focus on anything else she was doing. With some difficulty, she began to use her hands and arms to massage her breasts, encouraging her milk to flow.

The bard smiled dreamily as her world dissolved in pleasure, with her beloved pushing himself into her and her huge, milk-filled breasts carried out their work. With a grunt, Eóghan released for second time that day, shooting a load of cum to rival the first one into her. He pulled out, exhausted. Leliana shuddered as she felt the warmth of his release inside her. She came again as her body tingled, and her breasts quaked. Within moments, they were growing again, faster than ever before. The pleasure returned, stronger, and Leliana collapsed into her swelling tits, too far gone to think clearly.

The weight of her boobs tested the strength of the bedframe as they enlarged. All Eóghan could do was stare, too shocked to do anything. As they grew, Leliana’s breasts constantly released a deluge of milk, pooling on the floor in front of her. Leliana passed the point where her body became mostly tit, still swelling, still growing. She was dimly aware of her breasts growing over the edge of the bed, now approaching three feet wide each. Their weight teetered on the edge, threatening to pull her off the mattress. After a few seconds, her breasts did just that, the sudden pressure from contact with the floor pushing milk out of her tits faster than before. Leliana’s body tensed as a climax rushed through her again from the surprise increase in sensation. She was dazed as they kept growing.

Soon enough, Eóghan couldn’t see the wall past her chest. From the other side, Leliana was completely hidden behind the breasts now attached to her. Her nipples, now past the size of her fist, gushed her milk out. Slowly, the growth stopped, leaving Leliana with boobs nearly five feet in diameter. Her tits kept up their expression until it gently dwindled. The floor in front of her and the mattress beneath her were soaked with milk.

“Eóghan,” she whispered. “Again… please, I need you another time…”