Kanoe never knew the fluid she lactated was laced with her mana or perhaps was mana itself. She might be able to come up with theories of how or what her body was producing. It could really be her mana and both her lover and this monster were draining it from her body. Or it could be the mana produced from her increased emotions such as lust during such an aroused state, though that involved believing in what other mystical monsters have told her.

No matter the reason, the witch did not care about such things and showed no signs of noticing much like the countless times Natsuki had fed from her before. She never felt weaker beyond the usual sexual exhaustion. Perhaps her body was quickly reproducing the mana that was drained. Not that it mattered much as her body tends to hold in a vast amount of raw mana.

Claire's gentle touch caused the witch to arch her back slightly as if she were offering her lover the wonderful bounty. Though inexperienced in milking her, it still felt heavenly to have her lover's lips suckling at her darkened peak. Kanoe's body trembled as her muscles tensed and relaxed in a constant struggle to maintain her composure and resist melting right into her chair. Natsuki's explanations tickled her glistening areola with warm breaths. Nectar continued to leak from her hardened teat, creating a faint stream down beneathe her breast.

Kanoe's fingers loosened their death grip on the chair and slowly wrapped a hand around the back of Claire's head. The feeling was intoxicating and she felt happy that her lover was apart of it despite the monster beside her. Her other hand soon slid up Miss Saika's shoulder, holding both women in place as they relieved her body of some pent up pressure. Feeling someone's hand sliding up under her skirt, the witch gave no resistance her thighs slowly spread apart. The warm tingling sensation was rippling over her netherlips and hardened clit bringing forth more and more heat and need to the aroused woman.

A gurgled moan escapes the suckling mystic as a hand pressed the back of her head to push further onto her bosom. Kanoe seemed lavished in the moment that Claire felt for once in a long time she could provide the woman with some form of compassionate relief and satisfaction. The sight of Kanoe's relaxed expression encouraged her to get her experience up and running. She was getting turned on by this... perhaps too much for simply suckling her lover’s peak?

She was tempted to reach down and stroke herself, the heat suddenly picking up as she milked Kanoe more fervently, drinking her like she were a simple bottle. There was something strange about Kanoe's milk... how it seemed powerfully addicting and pulling at her energy. Wait; was this mana in her mouth? There was no mistaking the feeling and sensation as she suckled on the woman. It was Kanoe's mana in her milk.

Was it Kanoe's mana that was making this experience so hard to keep a straight mind for? No... her body wasn't reacting to Kanoe's milk. Was it possibly what happened the night before? Questions ran through Claire's head with little or no answers to come. Her body was becoming increasingly hot despite her not understanding it. But there was no denying the faint fogginess of her mind as it began to take its hold over her thoughts.

Shifting uncomfortably with her growing, lustfully wanting body, Clarice moans vibrate into the woman as Natsuki seemed to take more interest in other areas of Kanoe. It was only until she was told to stop, did she realize her raspy breaths as she left Kanoe's hardened and slightly trickling peak. She shifts again, already knowing that her body was asking for attention. Why did it all happen like this? She knew if she conceived to drink Kanoe's milk she would get hot from it. But the amount of heat was... unimaginable at the time. Licking her lips, the blonde mystic looks beside her; avoiding lifting her head to Natsuki or Kanoe as she saw a hand slide into Kanoe's skirt. Perhaps once in her life, for a brief moment, Claire wished to be in Kanoe's position. But the thought was quickly shaken away. What were these thoughts coming in from all sides?

Her lover was learning quickly, drinking her mana enriched milk like a newborn babe. The shivers continued to roll down her luscious mounds but her breathing grew long and deep. She kept herself focused on her breathing, doing her best to keep her body upright as the two women fed from her. The skillful touch of Natsuki mixed with the tender touch of her Clarice help keep her body relaxed and tense at the same time.

Kanoe's expression strained for a moment as she spread her knees further apart. She knew she was dripping wet, ripe for the taking. But the touch never reached her netherlips. Her mistress teased and stroked her fire with constant caresses along her inner thighs, carefully avoiding the most obvious of special areas.

A soft whimper left her as Natsuki's lips left her swollen peak. The woman's fingers soon followed leaving that half of her body feeling like it was missing something. Partially glazed eyes gaze up at Miss Saika. Her cheeks were flushed with obvious arousal but hearing 'That's enough' revealed that her bliss will be cut short. Warm milk continued to leak from her hardened teat, trickling down her equally heated flesh.

Closing her eyes, Kanoe nodded gently. "Y-Yes... Miss Saika," her voice was faint, doing her best to hide her heated arousal and building sexual tension. She knew there was no point in trying to resist the command. These games were Natsuki's entertainment and she had played many times. Claire's lips left her other glistening peak, the cool air causing the warm flesh to cool and harden as the monster began to wrapped the thin ribbons around them. "Ah!" She gasped in shock and pain as the flow of her milk was suddenly cinched. Nails returned to digging into her chair as Kanoe took long shuddering breaths, doing her best to hide her whimpering. The struggle and quivering only made her swollen breasts sway and her nipples to dance before the two women.

The gentle pat from her mistress brought the witch's gaze up to Natsuki's. Though it was torture, the being never did break a promise. Despite the throbbing pressure and pain, Kanoe kept her gaze steady until she was patted again. Giving a weak nod, she lowered her gaze and knew she was not to move until called upon. Perhaps this was a punishment for trying to soften Claire's transition or merely a whim by her mistress. But the question quickly fades as her mind was constantly assaulted with a mixture of tingling heat and throbbing pain radiating from her precious mammaries.

She looked over at Claire, returning a smile much like the one's her lover has been giving her. The witch was ok, Natsuki would never cause lasting harm to her body. But she did not seem to have to worry about Clarice. The woman's eyes were cloudy with desire as they continued to gaze at her with a silent awe. There was no time to worry about herself as the powerful being moved and embraced her lover. It was now Claire's turn.

Her body shivers as she watches the woman tease her lover with gentle touches that don't seem to be satiating her very much. She could shiver and quiver if her want to keep strong had faded at all. It hadn't, the thought at least, but her resolve seemed to be forced down again and again down her throat as she watched the woman tease Kanoe so torturously.

Her eyes beheld the tightly knitted bow forcing Kanoe's peaks to stop letting her trickling milk from falling. She licks her lips involuntarily, her dry mouth was reacting beautifully to want to give her lover relief, but she was after all not allowed with the woman next to her pulling all the strings. She could only silently apologize for not being able to.

Her body stiffens instinctively as eyes fall upon her. She would never get used to a monster being so calm and soft to her. Natsuki seemed to turn her attention fully onto her and began to crawl towards her. Her soft words make her lowered eyes turn to the moving hands and limbs of Natsuki, but never up to her face. She felt very much intimidated by the motions, her tensed body was a sign of that as she blinks up to having the woman wrap herself so rousingly over her. Her eyes couldn't help but look into Natsuki's orbs, widened by the attention suddenly upon her.

Her hands gently press onto the woman's draping arms to keep them in place. Her gentle touch kept its soothing want as she turns her head from the woman, perhaps a little embarrassed of having her needful nature so bare before the woman with her mind still halfway intact. She could not help but want Natsuki to perhaps turn her attentiveness back to her needing lover, even if she herself was as Natsuki was picking up on already. With heavy, raspy breaths, she breathes in once very deeply before lifting her head back up to the woman, obviously shaken by the woman's resolve to press the question.

"... y-yes... you do... excite me. B-but I... I can go make breakfast if you still... want it."

Kanoe almost see the struggle within her lover. She had the samed confused feelings when Natsuki trained her. First she would try to answer in a way not to insult or to reveal her own lack of loyalty to her own lover. Then the witch found herself giving a bit more in saying what Miss Saika wanted to here from her. But that was not enough either. Soon she found herself opening more and more to the being, answering with half truths until finally she found herself admitting it to herself. Yes, she was aroused. Yes, it felt good and yes she loved the feeling.

It was almost too painful to watch her lover go through a similar start. But Claire spared herself some of the struggle knowing that Kanoe was already defeated. The witch could only smile softly at the timid answer the golden haired woman gave. Natsuki noticed as well and continued to stalk and corner the poor woman. It was best not to fight the being's advances, but it was much too late to offer such advice.

Seeing Natsuki look and speak to her, Kanoe rose her gaze to the monster's. Her breasts were still swollen and heavy with nectar. Her nipples pulse hard against the tight knots of the ribbons, threatening to burst at any moment. The witch did her best to remained composed though, watching the two contrasted women before her. The question she was asked went unanswered as the strange being quickly moved her focus back to Claire. The poor woman was being handled like a young child of a new doll. But just as quickly as attention left her, it returned with yet another question.

Kanoe's eyes widen. "P-Paddling, Miss Saika?" Her cheeks flush gently knowing that this idea will not leave her mistress's head this time. The witch followed the being to their closet, wondering what could the monster be looking for now. She swallowed hard as the powerful being seemed to have difficulty pulling whatever it was from their closet. What could possibly be too heavy for this creature that could do nearly anything with a mere thought?

As if the monster remembered such powers, the large chest floated into view. The container was huge, making the witch wonder what else was hiding back there amongst the many outfits and uniforms. The chest was lavishly decorated much like all of Natsuki's belongings. She felt heat rise in her cheeks as she looked at the engravings before the lock was opened. The scene of being beaten by a monster was very similar to her first encounters with Miss Saika, and the beginning of her life as another's pet.

The loud thud brought her back to reality. "Yes, Miss Saika," she replied, pulling her blouse up over her still swollen nubs. The witch did not touch the ribbons for fear of them going loose. Her lover was spared the ceremony for this particular event but that only meant the paddling would begin sooner.

Kanoe was a bit shaky on her feet but quickly regained composure and moved to the open chest. The witch say many familiar devices of her torture and pleasure. A large bound book was amongst the toys, a reminder that the being was not above using Kanoe's most precious belongings as paddling instruments. Thankfully it was not one of her magic tomes.

Though this was all meant for pleasure, the witch could not stop thinking of the punishments she had suffered by some of these tools. The wooden paddle was the most primitive one. She winced inwardly remembering how she could not even sit down for days after the numerous welts and bruises she suffered. The witch remembered counting each spank, stating the many things she loved about her mistress and her servitude. She called herself a whore, a slave, a pet for her mistress and she found herself believing what she screamed after awhile.

To keep her hands from shaking any more, she reached out and grabbed a paddle perforated with holes. The handle was wrapped with strips of leather to make it easier to grip and the many holes reduced resistance when swung. The witch held the item with one hand as she searched with the other. She wanted something that would not harm the woman too much should Natsuki find the need to punish as well as pleasure.

Her fingers trace down a wide leather belt. It was a bit too large for most people to wear normally but the long leather would bend and crack easily. She admired the texture of wolves that ran along the length of the belt similar to the designs her clasp had. Unhooking the belt, she folds it neatly ensuring the buckle would not accidently nick her lover. Turning to Natsuki, she bowed and offered the belt and paddle. "Will these suffice, Miss Saika?"

She felt the years role back as the powerful woman held her in place. As if to make a point to Kanoe, her cheek was shoved against Natsuki's as if to compare. Yes, she was intimidated greatly and yes she was slightly aroused by this. Kanoe's milk she could still taste on her lips as the woman spoke to Kanoe briefly. Was this really how it was all going to be? Would her mindset be reduced to a child if it continued this way or would she somehow be cognizant of everything that was going on and still keep her sanity intact?

The mention of paddling made her tense drastically, eyes widen as the woman suggested it to her lover. The fleeting kisses did little to calm her nerves. The immediate thought came to horrible pain over her backside that would render her tender flesh useless to sit on unless she didn't mind the throbbing and burning agony if she did so. But as if the woman had read her (She could only hope not) Natsuki turns to her and re-directs the paddling to become some form of pleasure. The blonde mystic flinches dramatically to the woman dabbing that she might be more then just a normal person thinking through all this. She wanted to yell, scream she was not such a thing as masochist. But the fleeting memories of electricity and rods driving into her core with a wedge made her mouth lose its ability to speak. She was not some pain-loving lunatic... she wasn't.

Natsuki rose to her feet to go and apparently get something. Hearing the woman struggle with it made Clarice shiver in response. If she was having such a hard time with the chest, was Kanoe and her in trouble for a beating? As if she recalled her powers, a large chest seemed to flutter out of the closet. It didn't look like it would weigh much but the sudden thud shook the ground beneath it. Claire knew this was not going to be good for either herself or Kanoe.

The suggestion of Kanoe choosing two and Claire choosing one was more like a demand then anything. Not wanting to cause possibly further pain for this, Clarice tries to get up despite her body already going through arousing changes. Her breathing was still heavy and her chest seemed to heave with want, but she bit such needs back in hopes to have a clear mind through this picking of wildly terrifying instruments. The breath catches in her throat as Kanoe picks a paddle with holes in it and a belt. Such a paddle would cause quite a bit of harm if used with enough force. Whether Kanoe would think of it as such, the less resistance it has, the more it will inflict upon the spanked.

But desperate to pick out something that would suit Natsuki's taste, her hand travels over a strap. Made completely of leather and about as thick as her hand, her grip tightens over the object and pull it out. She would imagine this to be used like holding a saddle to a horse or something else, but it seems this would be much more then what it's original purpose was for. She shivers as she takes the strap as her choice and turns to Miss Saika in a kneeling position. Her hands were already becoming shaky as she presents the instrument to the woman as Kanoe does the same.

"Is this a choice worthy of your taste, M-Miss Saika?"

This was going to be a long and grueling day... she could see that already.

The witch stepped back when the items were accepted. The whistling sound of the heavy paddle sent shivers through her spine. She remembered how it felt when spanked by it for both pleasure and punishment and was unsure which image she was more focused on.

Kanoe remained silent at the mention of why she picked the item. It was indeed dangerous to use in unskilled hands. The item was heavy enough to bruise and even break bones if used violently. But she knew her mistress had perfect control of such acts. She did not say any of this though. The fear would only create more excitement for Claire, making the woman wonder if she would make it through this 'reward'.

She nearly found herself looking up at her mistress when the being showed her distaste for Claire's pick. Even when told not to be anxious, Kanoe felt herself beginning to worry. It was no fault of her lover's so would the blame be layed on her? No, the witch had no time to go over such details. But still she shifts bit uncomfortably as she kept her gaze lowered. She took note of the small lecture to ensure she did not repeat the same mistake in the future.

Natsuki's replacement caused her to blink in slight confusion. A brush? Well the back could be used in a similar form as a paddle or switch. But spanking using the bristles sounded painful or at least strange. Kanoe had been spanked with various items but the brush was one she could not even describe in words.

With her lover being beckoned over, that left herself left with her hands neatly folded infront of her. Her nipples were still pounding with her rapidly beating heart, sending forth waves of pain and heat with each throb. She rubber her thighs together in a weak form of relief as she remained heated before her lover and mistress. "Would you like me to start breakfast while you pleasure Clarice, Miss Saika?" Kanoe asked softly. She needed to do something, anything to get her mind off her aching mammaries.

The ‘excitement’ of which Kanoe was afraid would pass onto Clarice was already well on its way to causing her distress. She wanted to leave this room, leave this island, and get as far away from it as possible. It was foolish to think she would forget what transpired these four years but it was worth the fight to make a mental block once she and Kanoe graduated. But sadly until then, she and her lover were trapped in a game they could not win. Losing all the time really does do things for one’s psyche.

She was very fretful of what Natsuki would do to her and her lover, but now she was even more worried because of the one thing Natsuki was presenting to her that just made her flinch inside and out- disdain. Completely new to these acts, Clarice was like a child with the strictest teacher around. Expecting to not make a mistake was a fool’s point of view and she knew one time at least she would make Natsuki disappointed. Her choice was obviously not one of which the powerful woman was pleased with and explained it thoroughly why.

Taking the strap into her hands once more, she continued to bow as the woman went about her business to find another instrument worth her tastes. The item she picked made her rear already ache in a numbing sensation. A brush with bristles would not doubt tear into skin easily and make more holes in her skin then an x-ray would ever do. She was afraid of being hit by such an instrument that she shivered, but tried her best to remain composed as Miss Saika ordered her and her lover to do.

She flinches inwardly at Miss Saika’s order, her eyes held the gloomy torment she would no doubt experience already in her expression as she moved to stand up and put the strap back where she found it. She didn’t casually walk to the chest, but she certainly didn’t rush either. Once the task was done she returns to Natsuki, obviously hesitant of getting onto the woman. Cautiously she walks to one of Natsuki’s side sides; her position would have her rear closest to the brush in one of Natsuki’s hands. Bending over the woman, her arms stretched out to hold herself on the other side before she found the position was comfortable enough. Slowly she descended upon the woman until her weight was held by Natsuki’s legs. Her arms withdraw to dangling over the woman’s legs as she dared not to look at anything else but the floor.

“F-Forgive me for my m-mistake, Miss Saika. You are much more experienced then I.”

She realized apologies would be accepted, but that would not deter Natsuki from her task. But it was worth to say her apologies when already in position to paddle to show the woman she was not just saying sorry to get out of this predicament. Whether Claire liked it or not, the woman’s word was pretty much set in stone and she knew it well. Last time she attempted to get out of punishment, she was electrocuted with a wedge jabbing two dildos into her core painfully. One could say she learned her lesson ‘thoroughly’. She knew not to even look at Kanoe’s features to see if or when the brush would come down upon her. Her suggestion of doing breakfast was a bit saddening given how Clarice wanted her close at this time, but she didn’t object. At least the woman would not have to watch her cries and reddened skin come into reality.

Kanoe visibly shivered at the response she received. She knew the tone well enough to know that making breakfast would not bode well for her. Her cheeks blush at the observations Natsuki made. Of course she wanted to be with her lover. But, to be with her in a situation such as this, what was she to do? In all her training it was just herself and her mistress and now with her lover involved she found herself fumbling on what was the correct method of etiquette.

Taking a deep breath, she felt her pulsing nipples drag against her blouse once more. It sent shivers down into her loins and tickled down her thighs. But the act help bring some composure back to the witch. She raised her gaze to look upon her lover as the woman began to bend over Miss Saika's lap.

Seeing that only her presence was required, she moved over to Natsuki's left side which was also where Claire's upper body was. Kanoe kept back a bit so not to be in the way of her lover bending over or the being using her hands to guide the student. The dark witch did not say a word, knowing there would be a time to apologize for her failings later. She focused on the reward at hand.

The posture was no doubt unfamiliar to her lover but Kanoe was impressed on how the woman obeyed and followed directions so well. She knew that if she were not involved in this matter that Claire would at least rebel. Their bonds of love seemed to be nothing more than nooses around each other's necks. Despite the position though, she knew her lover was at least safe. They had to give up their freedom and their pride but Natsuki was never one to mistreat her servants. If you perform well, you were rewarded. If you fail, you were punished and corrected. Through these acts, Kanoe could not help but at least trust the being in matters such as this.

From where she sat, the witch could not see her lover's shapely bottom and when the spanking starts she would only see the item being used disappear from view in a loud slap against the flesh. She knew her lover must be feeling some form of anticipation though it may be more linked to fear than excitement. Did her lover really have a masochistic side? Personally she only partially understood the aspect. Though pain obviously hurts, the after effects tend to leave areas tender and leave the senses more aware of both pain and pleasure. It was a tradeoff, more pain now meant more pleasure afterwards or perhaps even during the act.

"May she hold my hand, Miss Saika?" Kanoe asked faintly, not wanting to interfere but the question had to be ask. Though not the most warming of people, she at least had more warmth than the chair. Or at least she hoped so.

"I-I'm glad I'm pleasant to you... it makes me happy to know... I'm doing something right."

She was unsure whether the response was truly meant that she was happy to be making some progress, or if it was even more pleasant to know a happy Natsuki meant less angry filled hits to her buttocks would occur. Perhaps it could both at the same time, but maybe that was just her trying to render some form of judgment in her own mind to make it satisfying for Miss Saika and her troubled soul if the woman could ever touch upon her thoughts. The brief moment of thinking she could possibly breach her thoughts made her nervous as she goes back to her first confrontation with the powerful woman she was now lying over.

Natsuki’s instructions break her train of thought and she nods slowly to let the woman know she comprehended what could possibly happen if she kept her head lower then the rest of her body. Her heart was pounding into Natsuki’s pressed leg as she lets go of the floor and chair, now dangling helplessly over her like some child who knew some form of smacking would fall upon her tender lower back. But Natsuki’s words of this being a reward rather then punishment was puzzling to the adult Claire as if she were speaking in some form of other tongue about it that made it impossible to understand until she did it. She was more or less happy in response to such encouraging words that she was pleasant, but that meant little compared to the scene at hand. The woman was trying to reach out to masochist self… something of which she understood little of with bits and pieces of her memory of last night that seemed to be the true focus of Natsuki’s wishes.

The blonde mystic’s empathic ways were strong or perhaps it was just her position that made her focus entirely on it that made it so. She could briefly feel Natsuki’s feelings, but her alien physique made it damn near impossible to penetrate much of it for answers. Feelings left the mind alone and allowed one’s soul to exude strange auras of which Claire’s inner eye could pick up, but perhaps the best cause fro her inability to try and connect with what Miss Saika was feeling was another’s tormented emotions. She didn’t even have to look at Kanoe to know this was beyond her understanding as well. If Claire felt anymore helpless, Kanoe was no doubt going out of her mind to not stop Natsuki from starting what could be something to unlock Claire’s inner self that may not want to be opened up so soon.

But her thoughts of her own self was diminished as she heard shifting to her front. The pressure of not breathing normally was something she could get used to, but lifting her head to breathe better gave her a dizzy moment for a bit before her eyes focused on Kanoe’s. In this position, Natsuki could hardly see the side of her face so her expressions could be better held for Kanoe and her alone. The woman felt ashamed for her mistakes as much as she did, her heart-ache was her heart-ache and her nervousness was soon becoming her own. The woman desperately needed some comfort, perhaps more then she which were something a bit troublesome given what Claire’s position was.

With her hands allowed to do as they please given Natsuki’s decision to allow her dangling arms to do anything and everything to make her comfortable, she reaches out and grabs Kanoe’s hand without so much as a word of before she smiled softly to her, reassuring her that perhaps her emotions would not make her feel any worse then before.

“M-Maybe it is you who needs take deep breaths,” she said simply, a half ached chuckle escaping her lips, withheld from the pressures of her chest that made it sound so hoarse, “Kanoe… it’s alright… calm yourself down… you… remember my ability to… see your emotions? You needn’t worry of being… ashamed… I know how… this is b-but… you and I will… get used to it okay?”

Her comforting words were always meant to calm the woman down as she seemed to be so fixated on her past mistakes. If she did not move forward then she would make more and perhaps forget things. Then where would she be? Kanoe was someone she had seen show little fumble about anything. But to see her now was something that made her want to comfort the woman. As long as she retained her dangling position and her knowledge of trusting Natsuki not to cause harm upon her when she was good was just something she would have to swallow and soon. Even in this position, she comforted Kanoe and that meant a lot that she could still be there for her, to let her know her own sacrifice was not just for words to be uttered with her servitude.

She takes a moment to let go of her hand, raising her head to take a deep breath, she turns her head just a little, her warm features leaving her as she remembered her place, physically and mentally to Natsuki. She was ready, despite her unknowing behavior, she was ready. Natsuki meant these things as a reward; she might as well get to know how a masochist feels when they are paddled by something.

“I know you already know this, but… I’m ready Miss Saika. I hope my prior actions didn’t disturb your concentration.”