Page 101 of Eight Maids A MIlking


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“Let them see their glorious queen being pleasured by her mate.”

He bends me over the balcony railing, the entire kingdom spread out below us. His huge shaft sliding back in… I’m so wet, so ready for him. Always.

“Look at our kingdom,” he growls, fucking me with long, deep strokes that feel like he’s rearranging my insides. “All this is yours. You’re their queen, carrying their future princes and princesses.”

That thought makes me contract around him. Me, a common girl, now queen of the entire kingdom. And getting fucked by her Minotaur King where anyone can witness…

“My breasts,”I gasp, feeling a strange pressure in my chest. “Something’s…”

My eyes widen as milk leaks from my nipples, soaking through my silk gown. Oh, fuck, Aster’s seed has changed my body so fast, it’s already preparing to nurse our calves.

“Fuck,” he growls, reaching around to squeeze my breasts, making more milk flows “Already making milk for my babies. You’re fucking perfect.”

He kisses the side of y neck, licking and grazing my skin. His touch, sending even more waves of warmth and pleasure throughout my body. And I come, shaking all over. My pussy spasming around him, making him follow me into a ravaging orgasm. Aster roars up to the skies, knotting me again right there on the balcony. Then he carries me back to our chambers, and lays me on the silk sheets. I’m delirious with heat, hormones and happiness.

He fucks me slower this time, almost gentle. Like he’s savoring the fell of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“I love you,” I tell him through a ragged breath. “My king… my mate… my alpha.”

“I love you too,” he replies in a grunt, thrusting deep and fast. “My queen… my mate… my everything.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“For what?”

“For choosing me. For claiming me. For making me yours.”

“No,” King Aster corrects, nuzzling into my neck. “Thank you for giving yourself to me.”

We fall asleep like that, still connected, still perfect. And I’ll probably always be pregnant, constantly nursing or carrying our babies…

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ASTER

My mate is still desperate, clawing at me like she’ll die without my cock.

“Please,” Ariana sobs, already on her knees in our bed. “One more. Just one more.”

Her pussy is swollen, dripping a constant stream of her slick mixed with my cum from days of breeding. Her belly, rounded with our little ones and the insane volume of seed I’ve pumped into her. Her tits, leaking milk steadily, leaving wet spots on every fabric they come in contact with. And she still needs more.

“Greedy little omega,” I growl, already hard as fuck. Because even though my rut has ended, there’s nothing fucking sexier than my gorgeous mate fucking burning for me. “Already bred and still begging for your king’s cock.”

“Yes, Alpha,” she whimpers, reaching back to spread herself. “Please, my king. Please fuck me.”

My perfect breeding omega, carrying my heirs, and still desperate to be mounted.

I move behind her, my cock sliding through her drenched folds. She’s so wet, so soft and warm. My knot has stretched her pussy to fit me perfectly. Ruined her for anyone else. A redfilm flashes over my eyes at the thought of another male ever fucking touching what’s mine, and I thrust hard into her glorious cunt. Then I pull back, breathing heavily, my fingers digging into her lush flesh, holding back, gritting my teeth against the overwhelming pleasure. Teasing her entrance with just the tip. Ari pants, trying to push back on me. “Need your knot… your seed. Please, my king!”

I slam into her with another brutal thrust, and she screams, her pussy clamping down on my shaft. Fuck, days of constant fucking and she’s still this tight, this fucking perfect. I let my head fall back between my shoulders, eyes closed, and just stay there, throbbing inside her, letting her feel me. Reveling in the delicious ripples of her inner muscles around me.

“Fuck,” I snarl, setting a brutal pace. “This cunt was made for breeding. Made to milk my cock.”

“Yes…” my mate moans, rolling her full hips, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder. Her hair is a mess of wild curls, her eyes hazy, and she has her plump bottom lip caught between her small white teeth. So fucking hot. “Fuck me, King Aster.”

So, I do as my queen wishes. Her heavy breasts swing with each thrust, milk dripping on the bed. And the sight makes my balls draw up tight. My queen, leaking milk for our babies while she’s begging for more cock.

“I’m gonna keep you like this,” I rumble, gripping her waist hard to pull her to me with each push. “Bred and milking. Soon as you birth… I’ll fuck more into you.”