Fireplaces roar to life down every hall, their flames licking higher, casting flickering gold across the ice-carved walls. The pillars lining the corridor outside my chambers twist into candy cane stripes, red and white swirling together. Mistletoe blooms from the ceiling in thick, waxy clusters, their berries plump and glistening. Everywhere I look, our magic drips, just like her milk.
Holly arches beneath me, her gown clinging to every curve, the sheer fabric now utterly transparent where her milk soaks through. Her nipples are dark pink, tight as berries, another thick bead welling at the tip before it spills down the slope of her engorged breast.
I kick open the door to my bed chamber and stride right to the massive bed in the center of the room, facing a large hearth where a fire crackles merrily. I lay Holly down gently on the bed, my heart and cock both clenching at the sight of her spread there, leaking and ready for me. I strip off my coat and let it pool on the floor, then set my crown on a nearby table. I reach over and take hers, too, laying it beside mine.
I lean down and brace one hand beside her head, kissing her jaw, her cheek, her temple. “I’ll be gentle,” I say quietly, voice rough as gravel. “For about five minutes.” My free hand skims up her thigh, pushing her pretty gown higher. “And then, littleone?” A sharp inhale escapes her as my thumb grazes the soaked lace between her legs. “All bets are off.”
She spreads her thighs wider for me, the scent of her arousal mixing with the milk that drips from her breasts. She’s glowing, not just her skin, but the magic in her veins, gold and silver threading beneath her flushed cheeks, her collarbone, the pulse at her throat.
Holly lifts her chin, green eyes dark with need, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Then she parts her legs wider, heels digging into the mattress.
“Claim me, Daddy. Come take what’s yours.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
Ten
Holly
My skin is on fire, my breasts ache, and my pussy is throbbing in anticipation. I drink in the sight of Nick, hair falling around his broad shoulders, his bare chest carved with muscle, his massive erection tenting the front of his black pants. Snowflakes swirl outside, pinging against the windowpane, and my milk drips in a steady rhythm. I’m flushed, needy, ready to be milked and claimed.
Nick palms his erection, and I moan, wanting everything he has to give me. The mattress dips as he kneels before me. The velvet ribbon at my waist gives way with a single tug, the fabric sliding away. Nick’s touch is warm and slightly rough as he peels my gown down over my shoulders. “Look at you,” he says, his voice deep and rough. “My perfect little milkmaid, all flushed and dripping for me. You were made for this. You were made for me.”
He leans down and kisses a path across my collarbone, the softness of his mouth and the scratch of his beard making goosebumps erupt across my skin. I arch into him with awhimper, my fingers weaving into his hair. The gown slithers lower, baring my breasts, and my milk wells at the exposure, spilling over my ribs in slow rivulets. Nick groans, catching a droplet on his thumb before painting it over my nipple. “Fuck, you’re leaking like a good girl. I’m going to spend hours playing with you and fucking you as I drink you dry. And when I’m done?” His teeth graze my ear. “You’ll be so full of Daddy’s cum that it drips out of you for days.”
I shudder as he licks a path down my sternum, lapping at the milk pooling between my breasts. “I can smell how wet your cunt is, little one.” His fingers dip beneath my lacy little panties, sliding up and down my slit. “I’m going to fuck you raw while I milk you. Make you come so hard your tits spray everywhere.”
“Please,” I moan, and he flicks his tongue over my nipple, not sucking, just teasing, and I cry out, my back bowing off the bed. Milk beads at the tip, and he chuckles darkly. “That’s it, let it all out for me.” He tugs on my nipple with his lips and then his mouth seals over it. I let out a desperate moan as his tongue flicks against my nipple before he draws me deep into the warmth of his mouth. My milk lets down almost instantly, and Nick starts to drink in long, hungry sucks that drag milk from my breast in thick streams. I claw at his shoulders, my hips jerking up as he parts my pussy lips with two thick fingers, rubbing slow circles over my throbbing clit while he feeds.
“Fuck, Daddy,” I moan breathlessly, and his growl vibrates against my skin.
“Good girl.” His voice is rough, dark with approval. “Just like that. Let me drink until you shake.”
His fingers pick up speed, rubbing my clit in tight, relentless strokes while his mouth works me. The suction is too good, milk spilling down my ribs, dripping onto the sheets beneath me. My nipples glow faintly, pulsing in time with the throb between mylegs. Magic hums in the air, swirling around us like snowflakes caught in a storm. I whine and writhe, needy and senseless.
“Shhh, baby.” He cradles the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair and holding me still as he switches to my other breast. “Just let Daddy feed, and I’ll take care of you.”
The words send a jolt straight to my aching pussy. My thighs tremble, my pussy clenching emptily. As if he can sense what I need, he slides two fingers inside me and curls them, making me moan as my hips rock against his hand. His fingers are so thick that I’m stretched with two of them inside me, but I still want more. I want his cock. His cum.
“That’s it,” he murmurs around my nipple, licking and sucking. “Such a good girl, giving me all this milk.” His thumbs circles my clit, and my vision goes hazy as pleasure coils tight, my tits aching, my cunt sopping wet.
He drinks deeply from me again, the suction hot and intense. I let out a little scream as he fucks me harder and faster with his thick fingers, my pussy clenching greedily around them.
“Gonna stretch this tight little cunt open for my cock,” he growls against my nipple. “You’re so fucking tight, baby, and I’m not a small man. I can’t wait to split you open on my cock.”
Milk spurts from my other breast, spraying across his chest as he works my pussy with his fingers, as he milks me with his mouth. His fingers curl inside me, then scissor, stretching me wider with every thrust. The burn is delicious, almost more than I can take, but then he adds a third finger, and I practically shoot off the bed. He fucks me with them slowly, dragging against my sensitive inner walls.
He groans and switches to my other breast. “Such a good little milkmaid. You were born for this, weren’t you? To be worshipped. Fed from. Cherished.”
I sigh and moan, my hips jerking up to meet his hand, writhing shamelessly. “Yes,” I breathe eagerly. “Oh fuck, Daddy, yes. Please. More. Everything.”
“Say it,” he rasps between long, drugging pulls on my nipple. “Tell me who this milk is for.”
“You!” I practically scream, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Only for you, Nick.”
He sucks harder, milk flowing freely from my other breast. “That’s right,” he says, his fingers twisting inside me, hitting a spot that makes my toes curl. “Every last drop from these gorgeous tits. Every fucking orgasm. Every clench of this soaked cunt. All mine.”
He circles my clit with his thumb, and the pleasure is overwhelming. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. My breasts feel incredible, swollen and heavy and throbbing, my nipples aching so sweetly. I can feel my pulse in my cunt, in my nipples, everywhere. He sucks my nipple back into his mouth and drinks, sucking hard and deep, and I scream as I start to come.
