Snippets And Conversations

Milk Drunk Enid

 A couple of months had passed since Enid and Marilyn had had their talk about their views on nursing, and the older woman could feel that she was ready. The question was, was Enid? Her daughter had, as per usual, been spending a lot of her time little. But she hadn't dropped super little since their discussion until now.

Marilyn had found her blubbering mess of a daughter on the floor of her bedroom that morning, throwing a tantrum over her inability to open her door. She had wailed so loudly that Thornhill feared she would wake the other students in the castle, even though their dorms were located in the east wing on the opposite side.

"Sweetie," She begun, lifting her little into her arms. Enid stared up at her with wide blue eyes, batting her eyelashes. "Do you remember the conversation that mommy had with you a while ago?"

The little girl nodded, sticking her index and middle fingers in her mouth. She giggled when Marilyn shook her head fondly.

"Smart girl." The woman booped her nose, causing the blonde to giggle. Marilyn hiked the werewolf onto her hip, avoiding the slim door frame. Enid laid her head on her shoulder, grabbing a small lock of hair in her free hand. "You're hungry, huh?"

Enid opened her mouth slightly, sticking some of the red hair in it. Marilyn tsked, gently putting the girl down on the folding changing table she had propped up in the corner. Wrapping her hand around Enid's, prying her hair from her grip.

"Come on, baby girl. Let's get you in a diaper and some nice fuzzy clothes, huh?"

Closing her eyes, Enid scrunched up her nose at the wet feeling of the wipe. Soon it was replaced with the padding being taped up. Marilyn patted it lovingly before picking her up again. Enid's eyes opened, watching as she was taken to her little bedroom again.

Putting the blonde girl down, Marilyn walked into the closest grabbing the onesies she kept in the back for these instances. Holding up the unicorn one, she smiled and bright it out to Enid.

"You are the cutest thing ever." The caregiver gushed, having walked in on Enid laying on her back doing literally nothing. Gushing, she bent down to start putting Enid's legs in. Soon the girl was dressed in the rainbow unicorn, and ready for her breakfast.

She took her daughter to the living room, where she had set up the coziest atmosphere possible. The lights were dimmed with the curtains drawn, the only light sources being the various lamps and the fairy lights that hung from the fireplace. Sitting down in the armchair, Marilyn pulled her little into her lap.

"Do you want a blankie?" She asked, using her softest voice possible. Enid made grabby hands as an answer, cooing under her breath when she was wrapped in a fluffy pink blanket. Readjusting the girl so she was cradled in her arm, Marilyn began to unbutton her blouse. Her fingers were trembling as she struggled to unhook her bra.

With a deep breath, she shrugged off the clothing, tossing another blanket over her shoulders instead so she wasn't completely exposed. Enid wriggled slightly in her hold. She had of course seen her mother naked before, but it still felt strange when she was presented with the woman's bare breast.

Enid stared for a moment, unsure about what to do. Marilyn was fumbling with the blanket, trying to create a private space for her girl. Yes, they may be in their home, but she wanted to make them as comfortable as possible.

"Don't be shy, baby girl. Take your time, if you don't want to, that's okay with me." Marilyn smiled down at her daughter, wrapping the blanket around her head and chest. Enid blinked before leaning her forehead against the woman's chest. The caregiver rubbed circles into the little's back in a soothing manner. "Take your time, alright?"

Getting used to the contact, Enid moved a bit further down getting closer to the woman's nipple. Marilyn laid her head back against the headrest, waiting to see what Enid would do. The woman jumped slightly when her breath hit her. Enid stopped moving for a moment when she felt Marilyn jump.

"It's okay, they're just sensitive." The redhead comforted the girl, sitting back up. She wriggled in the armchair, moving herself downwards a bit. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest as the pair sat in silence, and she barely had time to wonder if Enid could feel it before a pair of warm lips brushed against her skin.

Fighting back a gasp that threatened to escape from her lips, she cradled the back of Enid's head in one hand as the little girl latched on with surprisingly good aim. She rocked her side to side in her arms, preparing herself for the suckling sensation. It didn't come, and she pulled back the blankets slightly to get a look at her daughter.

"Are you going to suckle, sweetheart? That's kinda how this works..."

The blonde unlatched, a thin line of drool connecting her to Marilyn's skin for a moment. She pouted, unable to convey her emotions. Thornhill smoothed her hair.

"It's like drinking from a juicebox, y'know?" She bent down to kiss the little's forehead. "Do you want to try again?"

Enid furrowed her eyebrows, and leaned forward again. Latching onto her caregiver, she sucked experimentally. Soon, she was rewarded with a squirt of milk splashing her tongue. The blonde unlatched and leaned back, almost falling off Marilyn in surprise.

"Woah, calm down, honey." Marilyn laughed, stopping her from going any further away. "Did it scare you?"

Enid nodded, smacking her lips as the taste was still on them. It wasn't as sweet as the last time with the bottle, but it wasn't bad either. Marilyn raised an eyebrow, watching as the girl went back again. Getting comfortable, the pair relaxed in the chair, Enid feeding, albeit hesitantly but more confidently than before.

Soon, Enid unlatched milk rolling down her cheek, her face flush from the new experience. Head lolling to the side, the blonde girl smiled sloppily and yawned.

"Someone has a full tummy." The woman poked the girl's stomach, who in turn blew bubbles with her drool. "Let's get you cleaned up, hm?"

"Mmm mm." Enid shook her head, rubbing it against the armchair. Marilyn sighed, making a mental reminder to ask Larissa about how to clean up saliva from furniture. She picked up her daughter by the underarms, ignoring the whines of protest as she carried her to the bathroom.

Using a clean, damp towel she gently wiped the milky drool from Enid's lips and cheeks, then the small white patch on her onesie. She checked the girl's diaper, pleased to find it dry, and took her to her bedroom. As she held her against her shoulder, Marilyn had to support Enid's head and neck with one hand, an entirely new thing for her.

The redhead laid down on the bed, laying her little down next to her. The girl yawned and rolled onto her back, letting her arms fall just above her head as her eyes drooped shut. Thornhill smirked.

"I think I understand what Larissa means when she says "milk drunk" now."