His tongue tapped my clit, and I felt my pussy clench. My grip tightened, and I moved my hands in the motion I’d seen cows milked by.
The prince assured me he’d take care of me. To live in this plush castle and be pampered I would do anything he’d ask of me.
I licked my lips and shivered. Sweet and salty.
The perfect treat.
Lifting my head, I wrapped my lips around the tip and suckled. Then I felt his tongue push into my core.
My throat swallowed the small amount that came out of him, and I moved my hands faster. I could feel his moans through my body, and when he took his tongue away, I whimpered.
“Keep stroking, sweet milkmaid.” His hips moved against the table. “Fuck! Faster … so … close.” He panted, and I felt my chest swell with pride.
I’m making him happy! I can do it! I can pleasure the Bovinaran Prince!
“Your tiny mouth.” He shivered. “I want to come down your throat!”
Shit. What do I do? Me or the bucket?
His groans came out in waves, and the first blast of his orgasm made me feel like I was drowning.
I flailed around, reaching for the bucket to catch what I couldn’t take, hoping that would salvage the milking session.
His cum covered my face, neck, and chest with no way for me to wipe it away. I needed both hands to hold the bucket, so it wouldn’t get shot across the room!
After what felt like years, his cock seemed done and deflated.
“With time you will be able to take more.” He sighed. “You have done very well for your first interactions.”
I set the bucket to the side and used my hands to clear my face.
“Come my pet, we will go see the doctor.” He moved from the table, went to the wall and hit a button before coming over to offer me his hand.
Rogon entered and gave him a bow, took the bucket, gave me an eyebrow-raised look, then disappeared.
“Shouldn’t I shower first?”
“Don’t be silly.” He reached back and pulled a collar and leash from the hook on the wall.
I didn’t remember having seen that when I first came in.
“Lift your hair.” He commanded as he turned me around and affixed the collar. “Turn to me.”
I turned and let my hair down to see him smiling. “What?”
“You look beautiful in my collar.” He attached the leash and gave me a tug. “Come, pet.”
I walked behind him as he led me through the castle. Not one person gave me a funny look or stared.
Most of them had little clothing on.
“Gen!” an unfamiliar voice called from behind us, and the prince stopped to look back.
“Symud!” He beamed. “When did you arrive?”
“Last night.” This new person looked me over. “I see your milkmaid is learning her duties.”
“Yes. I was pleased she won.” He motioned to me. “This is Mindy.”
