Thursday, March 20, 2014

Milk for the Prince (Part One) - more lactating action for the discerning lactophile

The latest is up for sale on Smashwords, Amazon, and Milk for the Prince (Part One). Part two will be available in a week. It's set in one of those hazy late Renaissance-early Romantic eras with nobility and whores with hearts of gold. Plus also: big lactating tits.

Prince Wallace has been paralyzed by some poison and the only thing that can save his life is the nourishing milk from a woman’s breast. The only milk available in the kingdom is from a prostitute selling her wares in the city’s red light district. What problems could possibly ensue?

This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, consensual prostitution, strong language, adult nursing relationships, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.


“Why would you say that?” Lady Benowith’s eyes narrowed on the young woman. “Speak freely. I want to know what you think.”

While the prostitute doubted that, she spoke as honestly as she dared. “I’ve done this sort of thing a few times before. What working girl hasn’t? But it’s always the young man’s father who does the hiring. And he’s always as discrete as possible. And it’s never with a man who is obviously about to meet his maker.”

“My son is not dying!” Lady Benowith thundered. Even the guards winced at her tone.

The prostitute said nothing.

“Have you heard that Prince Wallace suffered a fall while horseback riding?”
“Yes, yes I have, my lady.”

The mother breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. Then the story is spreading. The story we want the city to know. You can see with your own eyes that he is uninjured, but he is ill.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“An unending parade of doctors, most of them charlatans, have been in to treat him. Most did nothing. Those that tried to help accomplished nothing. In short, we’ve tried everything suggested with no good results. You, my dear child, are the latest attempt at saving my son’s life.”

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