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She's alone in this humiliating situation. As the feeling of many eyes upon her fills her with embarrassment, another feeling wells up within her. The attention that Salaz gives her is unlike anything she has felt before. Her domineering felt good. To see others fall before her made her feel like a goddess. And yet, this complete submission to someone else feels different, but not bad. To have someone take her and milk her, it is so strange, so alluring. No, how can she say that? She betrays her power. She betrays all she's built herself up to be. How could she let him? How can she fall so far?

The way his hands squeeze her, milk her.

The way he suckles her like a hungry child.

The passing of milk from her body to somewhere else feels so good. To know it is being appreciated feels even better than when she just squirts it out to some defeated person.

She shudders, trying to hold back any sounds coming from her throat. Lactania knows that it will be well and truly over, and she cannot, will not let that happen.

Can she?

"N... No! Don't! Please! Everyone has to stop him. He'll destroy us all!"

Salaz only chuckles once more. "'Destroy us all'? My dear, the only 'destruction' I have planned is your dignity... and of course, your milk supply~"

Her pleas go unanswered.

He locks his lips around her tits again, taking them in with great big slurps.

Lactania cannot help herself but groan. How in the world will she be able to recover her status? How will she be able to rescue her prestige?

The answer is simple. Lactania will not be able to recover her dignity from this. When she sees the look in his eyes--that burning triumph as he drinks more and more of her milk, she finally realizes that she has well and truly lost.

Salaz continues his relentless milking and suckling of the milkmage. He fills himself up with the delicious treat that flows from her body, emptying her of her reserves of mana-producing milk, and taking power all into himself. After a while of slurping and suckling, the sorcerer pulls his face away, sighing and wiping his chin dry with his arm. "So... satisfying," he murrs, groaning and flopping down on the ground, arms spread wide, belly in the air. It is almost as if he is pregnant with her magic. He glows with the radiance of such a woman.

He has gotten quite full and quite round from her milk, taking in all of her magic and enjoying the feeling of completion that it gives him. Lactania, meanwhile, lays on her back as well, a great weight of milk gone from her jugs. There is a similar weight that disappears off of her. It is the weight of having to concern herself with her state as champion. She groans, pushing herself up to a seated position, staring down while the hushed voices whisper among each other. She cups her sore breasts, emptied of the magic, but still quite impressive. They're still probably more massive than any other woman here. She's still sexy, and her power will return to her in a few days, so why worry? She sighs and shakes her head. "I guess... I guess I've been defeated. Good job, Salaz."

Salaz stumbles to his own feet, cupping his swollen belly as he roars in his accomplishment. The crowd fires off in excited glee as well as their new champion is chosen. As they sing his praises, he holds up his hand, kneeling just slightly, grabbing Lactania's and bringing her up to a standing position as well. "I accept your position as a new champion!" he calls. "But, Lactania, while filled with vanity, is a great mage in her own right. As your champion, I humbly request that she be made to remain among us and not cast out for her mistakes, for her milk is abundant and mighty."

The magi watching nod and agree. "Oh yes, a good idea." They are slightly surprised at the champion's generosity, but he has made quite an excellent point, especially after such a glorious victory.

"Of course," he says, leaning in, whispering into her ear. "If you're going to continue your study of Lactomancy, you'll have to play nice. That includes sharing your milky treat with everyone whenever they desire."

Lactania smiles a little at that, shuffling around in her embarrassment. "A... ah, yes, well, I suppose I can handle t-that."

"Good, good," Salaz says, taking a deep yawn before he collapses back onto the ground, dozing off in his victory. It might take a while for him to awake, but when he does, it is to a council, and a Lactania, much changed, no doubt.