The King and Queen's Breastfeeding Girl

Royal Play

The man sighs, setting his crown down on the nightstand as he walks over to where his wife lies with the girl they hired for the night.

Unlike before, the girls they pay handsomely to dress up in skimpy pastel-colored dresses and entertain them for the night don't do the job for him anymore.

And no matter how much his sexy wife tries to convince him that she does, he can tell it is a lie.

He'd spied on her for minutes before making an entrance into the room.

His gorgeous wife was lying against the bed with her full heavy breasts out while the smaller girl licked her pussy.

The Queen was known for not being modest about the sounds leaving their bedroom, but now, not even a moan escaped her lips as the girl in a cream-colored thin gown licked her slit up and down.

Her reaction changed once he walked into the room.

He saw her thighs clench together and smirked when he saw her pussy begin to wet. He was used to causing this reaction to his wife, but at the moment, he couldn't help but feel annoyed that the young girl was not doing a good job at satisfying his wife.

As King, he constantly leaves the kingdom for meetings with allies and criminal court duties. He does not want the burdensome thought of knowing he's leaving his wife back at the castle without the satisfaction she craves and deserves.

"Stop."

His voice is rough and startles the peasant girl trying to please her queen. She nervously looks back and shivers at the thought of sleeping with the king.

Pleasing the Queen was her duty. Sleeping with the King would be her pleasure. The man sees the hungry, seductive glint in the girl's eyes, which only infuriates him more.

"Get out."

Confused, the young girl turns to look at the queen. She wanted to stay. She's heard of other girls who have been paid to entertain the King and Queen, and they all rave at how attentive they both are.

They all boast that they slept with the King, and they all agree that the King's cock was the largest and fattest they've ever seen. And many of them had seen plenty. Others say the queen's milk was like no other they've ever had in their lives. Heavenly. It was a privilege to drink from her breasts if she offered.

She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to taste it.

"Go!" The king bellows when she doesn't move.

Frightened, the young woman stands from bed and quickly scurries out of the room. The Queen turns to look at her husband and narrows her eyes at him. Now that she's seen him and has gotten wet at the sight of him, she wants him.

"You're back early," she says.

The man does not say anything as he removes his robes. His eyes are solely focused on his wife's slippery cunt.

"I missed you," she says when he doesn't reply.

At this, the king smirks sinisterly. He had removed all his clothing and was bare as he stepped closer to position his cock at his wife's entrance.

"And you're going to show me just how much." He grins, speaking as he pulls his wife closer by her large hips. His hands slowly trail to her small waist, and just as she is about to speak, he pulls her body close to his harshly, deeply penetrating her.

"Ohh!"

"My god, woman!" He groans, never getting tired of how warm, wet, and tight his wife's pussy always is for him.

"Mmm."

His teeth bare into a snarl when he sees her large, full breasts bounce up and down as he pounds deep into her.

He reaches down to pinch her hardened nipples, making her squirt out milk. She screams, spasming over his cock. Groaning, he slaps her breasts, nearly cumming at the erotic sight of watching them bounce as they leak.

"Ohh!"

She arches her back, and he smirks, knowing just how sensible his wife's breasts tend to be. Breathing out a raspy chuckle, he slaps her breasts again and again. Harshly groping them until his hands are wet from the milk dripping out of them.

The Queen squirms under her husband's hold and moans loudly when he starts taking turns pinching her nipples and slapping her breasts.

"Darius!" She gasps.

"For fuck's sake!" He groans. He is a weak man when it comes to the sexy goddess in his bed.

He had not bedded her in days, and it would show upon his early release. He tries to hold on for longer but is unable to when he sees his wife's eyes roll to the back of her head as she screams out, "Oh, yes!"

He moans, cumming inside her and groaning once he has to pull out.

He loved feeling the warmth inside her juicy pussy.

"I missed you too," he says, leaning down to kiss her passionately. "And we're not hiring any other girl."

"What?" She leans up from where she lies and stares at her husband accusingly. He shrugs, standing and walking over to the washroom.

"We'll head out to the village tomorrow in search of our girl."

He's no longer within line of sight of his wife, but he hears her loud gasp.

"Darius... are you being serious?"

"It's about time we did it," he shouts, talking over the noise the water makes after he's turned the showerhead on.

He hears his wife step inside the washroom and smirks when she has not put any clothing back on. She proudly stands, nude, as she walks in his direction.

"Tomorrow?" She happily asks, leaning in to kiss her husband.

He grunts in response. He was already getting hard again just by looking at her perfect body. She squeals happily and jumps into his arms.

He wastes no time lifting her up and pushing her against the wall.

She moans as he slips his large, fat length inside her once again. Her breasts bounce up and down as he pounds deep into her.

The King takes his time ravishing his wife this time, knowing tomorrow will be a very busy day and that if all goes well, his wife won't have time for him.

She'll be busy tending to the new princess they were going to bring home.