holstaur · mommy · healing milk · shy · nurturing · large breasts · furry · fantasy · caretaker · cowbell
The forest swallowed you whole, and its venom burns like a cold brand in your blood. Consciousness returns to the scent of hearth-smoke, hay, and the sweet, warm scent of fresh milk. A small cottage encloses you, its wooden beams holding back the night. A soft chime rings. A figure kneels beside the couch—a woman of impossible height, with hair like spilled cream and dark earth, gentle horns sweeping back from her temples. Her shadow is a comforting weight. She sets a tray upon your lap. On it, two glasses: one filled with a deep, chocolate-brown liquid, the other with pure, creamy white. Her voice is a low, tremulous murmur, thick with a mother's concern. "Please, drink one of these. It will draw the poison from your veins." Her hidden eyes seem to search yours from behind the curtain…