by Faye Parker
Taking a fist, he pumped it over his full length. She watched in amazement as his balls surged and his cock reared up, so hard his mast rouse at a delicious angle to slide into her.
“Spread your legs,” he insisted. When she didn’t spread them in time, he ran his fingers over her V, down to the aching point, where she instinctively opened for her new Master.
He clasped her hands together and placed them through the second space in the gate. Alric swayed his fingers over her delicate sex, assaulting her with sensitive jolts as he reached her throbbing bud. Her clit was swollen and peeking from its hood, asking for attention, and King Alric delivered it, dipping his fingers in her moist slit and then rubbing it firmly.
Her milk churned. Her hips rocked. Alric wouldn't let up. He kept swaying his fingertips over her beating bud, and it was going to break her. She wanted to stay put, but it was like diving head first into a blinding, unbelievable high.
"If you can't stay still, I'll help you."
"Yes," she moaned, just as she broke away from the gate. "I'm sorry."
Alric returned to his supplies. He threw open the doors, snatched some steel chains, and locked them over Myra's wrists and the gate. Pulling her by her leash, her breasts plopped over and her thighs spread right against it, making her pussy ready for the taking.
He swayed his fingers over her folds again. She rocked and yelled, but she couldn't stop his touching. There was nowhere to run now.
"Open that pussy for me."
He put a finger inside her. She hugged him, her tightness squeezing him and attempting to suck him in deeper, but she was too snug. His finger pressed against her walls, gripping him with excitement.
"Yes, that's good, my cow. Open wider. I'm not sure if you can even take my finger."
She eased up. Myra let out a deep breath. His finger traveled deeper, running right over her sweet spot, a spongy part inside her that she loved to play with. Having King Alric's finger there, she felt like she was going to burst. She clamped down on him once again.
"Maybe this will help you," he said, knowing full well it would, his voice dripped with confidence.
He grasped her tender breasts. Cupping them, his fingers worked from the outside to her pointed tips. As he sucked her left tit into his mouth, her pussy spread wider, allowing him farther passage, deeper into her cunt.
She wished she could've buried her hands in his golden mane and pulled him closer to her tits, smothering him with them, that was how much she wanted relief, but she couldn't. She could only tremble and groan as he pulled her nipple deeper. Suctioning her, his tongue began to sway against her as well, working in tandem with his finger.
She was set to burst. Another surge hit her. This time, she lost all control.
"Milk for me," he called.
He sucked roughly. His tongue struck her tender nipple and wouldn't let up. Meanwhile, he rushed inside her sex, hitting that trigger over and over, causing cascading bliss to hit her as she peaked.
She wanted to warn the King before she released, but it happened suddenly. As soon as the milk spurted from her tits, splashing onto the King's tongue, she came.
Her pussy shot his finger out with the force of her orgasm. Groaning madly, throwing herself back, King Alric yanked her with a firm tug of her collar. He pinned her to the gate as she jetted her frothy milk. He didn't want to waste a drop.
"Delicious," he growled. The vibration sprang across her, rumbling her to the core.
He pinched her right nipple, squirting the milk all over her chest as his tongue swayed across her leaking tit. He swallowed in greedy chugs. Closing her eyes, she let her body disperse the milk. The release of coming and milking at the same time was unreal, like nothing she thought the human body could experience. It had truly been divine.
To open her eyes and see her King so entranced by her lactating breasts, feeding him as he sucked merrily away, that was just icing on the cake. She slowly came down. Her nipples began to ache. She knew they would be sore the next morning, but for now, she didn't care.
She just wanted to fill her King. He moved over to her right nipple which was still dribbling. He swirled around it. He delved deeper across her stomach to get the trails. When he pulled back, he wiped the edges of his lips slowly. His eyes glazed over, he looked in a daze.
He had completely drained her. Myra pressed her full weight on the gate. She couldn't budge from it. If he released her from her chains, she hoped he was ready to catch her.
"Good girl," he said. "That was the most delicious milk I've ever tasted. You're truly a gift sent from God.”
"I doubt that, but thank you, my King."
He slid his fingers through her hair and mussed it to the sides. His fingers curled past her ears and cupped her chin. Beaming, simmering still, she once again lost herself in his sunny eyes.
Myra felt like she belonged here, with her King, as his cow. She was scared before. Who wouldn't be? This wasn't a natural, everyday thing, but now Myra felt like she was made for it. This was her destiny.
He regained his sharp focus. Alric pulled away. His cock still reared up. It was a deeper shade of pink, and his balls looked tight. It looked painful how horny he was.
She wanted to drain him as well. It was only right. He had a taste. Now it was her turn. He looked like he could use the relief like Myra had.
But the King departed from her, instead grabbing his clothes and stuffing them in his arms.
"Are you leaving?"
"Yes, but I'll be back."
"Where could you be going?" She fluttered her eyelashes, but he wasn't looking. She tried to move from the gate in order to seduce him, but that didn't seem to be the problem. Her thighs were spread and slick, her pussy gaping for his cock, and her breasts hung over the gate, tempting him for more.
"Isn't there anything I could help you with?"
He gave her that knowing smirk.
"You'll understand soon enough. I'll be back soon. I'll bring you something to eat. You deserve a big meal. You'll need to replenish your energy after that."
She nodded obediently. He left the room, keeping her chained. She slumped over and hung her head low.
Myra hoped she wouldn't have to wait long. She already missed her Master.
He arrived shortly with a huge piece of spiced chicken, wine, and a honey covered, strawberry tart. It seemed like forever since he left. Famished, allowed to eat outside of the pen with him, she devoured the food. She was stuffed, excited, and delirious from the proceeding events.
"Everything is fine?"
"Oh yes, sorry I ignored you." The food was delicious. She'd never had such a feast.
"It's fine. There will be plenty more meals like it in your future. For now, you should rest. You have a big day ahead of you."
"I do?" She had no idea what she would be doing or if she would be allowed to go home. She quite liked being in Alric's care, but she wondered if she was truly a prisoner.
"Yes, I won't go into details. I don't want to spoil it." He sat up from the bed and headed to the door. She sprang up.
"Wait. Am I allowed to see my parents?"
He expelled a husky laugh. "You want to see them already? There will be time for you to visit them, but for now, I'm not through with you. I can't give you up after one taste."
She bowed her head.
"I understand. I'm looking forward to whatever surprise is awaiting me tomorrow."
Would he milk her again? She certainly hoped so. Not only did Myra need another milking, but she also needed that hard cock. Why had he waited?
King Alric left her alone in her chambers. She realized as he left that she still had the collar around her neck. Running her fingertips across the smooth leather, it made her feel confident and secure. It brought back all of the naughty cravings that King Alric had unleashed in her. Tomorrow, there would be more in store, and perhaps it would prove far wicked than what she had done today. Perhaps days later, she would look back on their first day together fo
ndly, while also realizing that it had been quite tame.
She flattened herself out on the wide, luxurious bed, the sheets so soft it was like she was floating. She was far too warm to cover herself. Already, her breasts enlarged with milk, and she began to go into overdrive, filling her reserves that had been depleted from her hungry owner.
The next morning, servants awoke her, and she was greeted by many smiling girls who were instructed to take care of her. They brought her a tub and some fine, scented soap— smelling like tropical fruit, which she'd never indulged in, far too rare and expensive for a poor girl like her. She got to scrubbing herself down. By the time she was done, her arousal stirred, and her breasts were panging.
It was the sight of her sudsy, glistening curves that got her so worked up. The fresh, fruity scent lingered up to her nostrils and tempted her to touch herself. She feared that the servants would come back at any moment. She would need to relinquish that thought for now.
Dressing into a silk gown, she waited for them to return. When they did, they brought her breakfast.
The afternoon dragged on with Myra wondering when Alric would return. She actually sat in her pen and waited. Whenever she sat on the soft hay, it reminded her of draining for her Master. The way that he commanded her so easily and took control was unbelievably attractive. She had never met a more capable man.
Just as she started to get hungry again, her door flew open and King Alric strode in with a magnificent smile. Myra already waited on her knees, hands folded on her lap.
"My King," she said. Her body overcome with the memories of what he had done to her last, she submitted and bowed slightly, still keeping her breasts puffed up and on display. The silk gown hung open a little more, revealing to him more of her creamy, voluptuous tits, ripe for the taking.
"I've been starving for you," he said.
He tossed off his chain mail armor. He moved far quicker than last time. He seemed possessed. He was mad with lust, already tossing off his pants as well. Without even a touch, he was hard and raring to go.
His cock pearled with precum. Myra's tongue swirled. She wanted to taste him. At least he should grant her that. She couldn't believe what had become of her— so pathetic for the chance to suck him off. It was absurd, but it was true.
"Spread your lips."
She watched that huge cock getting bigger as it came closer, and she feared that it wouldn't even fit in her mouth. She opened wide. She would need to try.
"Those sweet lips," he growled. His tip pressed inside. Myra looked up at his muscles contracting, his abs pumping in delight. He slid more of himself in. His cock pushed at the sides of her mouth, but she still kept them open.
"That's it, suck me off, my cow."
Myra moaned on his cock. The vibrations rumbled past his shaft and tickled his balls, skin rolling then tightening. She cupped them and moaned again. She attempted to suck him off, but she feared she wasn't doing a good job. This was her first time.
She had heard of men liking it. Of course, King Alric would be one of those men into the darkest of desires. He stroked inside her, grooving over her swirling tongue as she suctioned with her lips.
"Like that."
Whatever she was doing, he enjoyed it.
She soon learned what he liked. She suctioned him in as soon as he passed through her lips, swirling her tongue against the point where his tip met his base. He growled in pleasure.
"I'll train you to be the best cock sucker," he groaned. Her nostrils flared, her eyes watered, and her hands rubbed nervously.
"That's so good. But I want more. I'm thirsty."
He ripped the gown off her shoulders. It fluttered to the hay. As she bobbed on his cock, his wandering hands ran across her shoulders, past her collarbone, and down to her breasts. As soon as his fingers crossed into that tender territory, it set her off, and she ground against the air, trying to get off in any way possible.
The King wound her hair between his fingers. He pulled her away.
"I get my taste first. Then you get yours."
He needed his milk. He needed it now.
Alric shoved her down. She hit the soft hay playfully, bouncing off it with her legs spreading for her Master. He dove between them, his cock tip resting against her slick folds, but he wasn't interested in that, not yet. He wanted her delicious tits.
Ravenous, he sucked her right tit into his mouth. He pulled. He kept sucking harshly, so harsh that she kicked, but he pinned her.
"Alric," she gasped sharply.
She threw her hair back. Her eyes closed tightly. Pressure grew, heading to a massive explosion of milk. Her nipple eventually withstood his assault, and growing accustomed to his forceful sucking, she learned to love that fierceness.
His other fingers pinched and twirled her nipple. They were standing far on edge. She had lost her mind. There were no other thoughts running in her mind but getting off and milking. Her hips rolled against him. She crashed her pelvic bone against his, trying to get Alric to part her folds and fuck her, but to no avail.
"Give me that sweet milk. Now. Give it to me now."
She stopped swerving against him. Instead, she shuddered, and the pressure released, all of it heading to her tits. He kept his tongue flat at the edge of her right nipple, waiting for her to spurt.
"Here it comes," she screamed. Her eyes closed, her lips barred, and her toes curled. She was going to blow.
She spurted a thick round of milk onto his waiting tongue. It ran right down his throat. Alric sealed off the nipple. Myra kept going.
Her creamy, filling milk pumped. His cock throbbed against her sex. He was the one grinding now, in heat, as he drank her.
Alric straightened while licking his lips. Dribbles of milk streamed down Myra's stomach.
"I have a lot in store for you," he said. He took her by the chin. He pressed his cock head to her lips again. She opened obediently.
She sucked on him, but he wasn’t interested in her sucking, instead he took her himself. He thrust to the back of her throat. She tapped on his constricting abs.
When he pulled out, his cock dripped with her saliva. He gave it a couple pumps and seemed far more pleased, as if the back of her throat had made him more sensitive. Maybe it had. Myra wouldn’t know.
Using his lubed up cock, he smacked her breasts with it. He smeared himself with her milk.
"Lay back."
Slick with her milk, he instructed her to press her heavenly mounds together and watch as he stroked inside.
Sitting on top of her, he thrust himself between her cleavage.
"Yes, keep it like that. I love watching your tits bounce on my cock."
She watched his tip get closer to her lips. When would she get her taste? When would he fill her with his cream?
With a long groan, and then a long breath in, he stood off her. He held his hand out to her. Her breasts shined with his precum, her saliva, and her milk. She was a mess, but he seemed to like her that way. Disheveled. Perhaps it turned him on to know he could make her so.
Myra, knees buckling, managed to stand with his help. She fell into his arms.
"You'll be mine long after this. I can't let you go. You know that?"
"I know. I don't want to go. Where will I have to go?"
"Nowhere. I want to continue to taste you, but I want even more milk. Imagine how much milk you could make for me when you're pregnant."
"Oh, yes," she said, stupefied.
He wanted to give her a child?
"Is it only for the milk?" she asked.
"No, not only for the milk. You're precious to me. I want to take all of you, and I want to give you all I have. I can’t leave tonight without finishing inside you."
He said all he needed.
King Alric instructed Myra into position for her to be bred.
Pinned to the gate again, this time, she was bent over, her pussy between the holes--the perfect height for him to shove his fat cock in. Her wrists were pressed against her
stomach, her fingers almost able to reach her sex, but not quite. The chain continued underneath her, clamped onto the gate.
Try as she might, she would be stuck to the gate, until inseminated.
"I'm a virgin," she blurted out.
"I don't care," he said bluntly.
It didn't matter what she said, King Alric would fill her virgin womb. Her chains rattled as she looked back to see where Alric was. He was getting closer, his thick tip ready to spear her. She gaped, preparing to fit him, but then tightened, once again nervous about such a big, hard thing fitting inside.
"Relax. It will sting at first, but then you'll want more. A lot more."
True to his word, as soon as his fat tip shoved into her entrance, it stung. Throbbing coursed over her body, and the chains bit into her wrist while she attempted to pull away.
"So tight, but you’re mine. Open.”
He broke through. The King growled behind her. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass. She jerked up.
He slid deeper inside her. He touched her sensitive grooves, rubbing against them as he went deeper, his stiffness like warm velvet opening her up. His fat, hungry cock shoved her open.
The pain faded. Arousal rushed in.
Whimpering turned to deep, guttural groans. She called out for him to continue.
"Fill me."
He slammed his cock into her. She blossomed open, a flower, ready for its nectar. She was wide open and sucking him in, needing his seed, wanting all of him. He kept rushing inside her, until his heavy balls smacked against her ass and the sound of their sex filled the pen.
"Oh, oh, there's--"
She wanted to warn him about what was happening inside her, but she didn't know what it was. It seemed she orgasmed only from inside, something which had never happened before, only by stimulating her clit did it happen before.
Myra erupted. Milk poured from her tits and streamed down her bouncing curves.
As she came, King Alric's groaning cut off. She feared he was displeased, but then his cock throbbed inside her, seemed to swell, and his fingers buried themselves even deeper into her hips.
