The White Queen and Her Enchanted Milk Part Three - lactation erotica

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DAMN! I missed an opportunity for an alliterative title. I'll have to re-title upon re-release.

George puzzles out what Queen Ilyana has in store for her plot, but is helpless to stop it. They arrive at King Roland’s palace to sign a peace treaty, but Ilyana has other plans in store. Plans that involve using her breast milk to influence the king’s court and seducing the king’s wife. There is little that can stop the White Queen…

This is a 9,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part three of three.

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

Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, group sex, anal sex, extreme body modification, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

The earl laughed but King Roland looked intrigued. “Do tell. How does a knight, and Queen Ilyana’s champion, survive without eating?”

George glanced at his lover and she answered for him. “He survives—and thrives—on milk,” she explained.

King Roland snorted, a most un-kingly sound. “Really?” he asked doubtfully. “How many cows exist just to serve him?”

“Just one,” answered Ilyana primly. “Me.”

The two other women gasped at the audacious answer but the king and earl guffawed. “He sups upon you?” the earl asked incredulously.

Queen Ilyana smiled, put down her fork, and gently tugged on the edges of her neckline forcing her breasts into view. All four stared at her brazen audacity. “I’ve been lactating for years. It creates a special bond between me and my champion.” She reached out and touched George’s hand. The group continued to stare at her chest and her decorated breasts. “He thrives on my milk.”

“I see,” said Lenore. “That is wonderful. But I would appreciate it if you would cover yourself.”