The King and Queen's Breastfeeding Girl

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The king chuckles at his wife's enthusiasm.

She'd woken up before sunrise and had been moving around their chambers nonstop. Once she'd gotten a glimpse of him blinking, she was quick to rush him to his feet and force him to get ready for the day.

He licked his lips and looked down at his wife's large, heavy breasts. They looked especially full with that low-cut nightgown she was wearing.

He wanted her to come back to bed so he could fuck her and get a taste of her delicious milk. There is a knock on the door before he can say anything.

"Come in," her melodious voice calls as she sits in her vanity.

Annie, one of the castle servants who serves the queen, shyly steps inside.

"You called for me, my queen?"

"Yes, love. Come get on your knees."

The king groans, both in pleasure and in defeat. It seems it would not be his duty to milk his wife this morning.

He sits back against the headrest, watching as the young woman shyly gets on her knees before her queen, who is brushing her hair and analyzing her face in the mirror. The queen smiles down at the girl, who is now at eye level with her enormous breasts. She lowers the nightgown, and both heavy tits spill out.

"Go ahead, sweetie," the queen says as she pats the younger woman's head before continuing to braid her hair.

"Thank you, my queen. It is an honor."

The king softly moans when he sees the eager girl wrap her mouth around the queen's left nipple and hollow out her cheeks as she sucks with expertise.

The queen hums as she places a pin in her hair, and the servant tries not to moan as she continues to suckle and drink the sweet milk as if she had been starving.

When she empties out the queen's left breast, the queen maneuvers her to her right breast as she does her makeup.

The servant cups the heavy breast with both hands and continues to suck with purpose.

When the queen is done with her makeup and hair, the king wastes no time kicking the girl out of the room.

He wanted a taste of his wife as well.

The servant girl seems disappointed but nevertheless bows and obeys, thanking the queen for the honor as she leaves the room.

The King growles out when, instead of walking to the bed, the queen locks herself in their closet and then comes out fully dressed. None of the Queen's dresses were able to hide the large breasts that seemed to pop out every time, but now her gown was tightened from the back, and he did not have access to the perky pink buds he wanted to ravish.

Frustrated, he turned to grip her by the waist, but she pulled back with a glare, ruining his intention of slipping his fingers up her juicy cunt while he sucked on her tits.

"Not now, Darius! I want to go get our girl. Come onnn," she dragged the last of her sentence with a groan, frustrated by her husband's slowness.

He huffed and then proceeded to get dressed in front of her, so he could accusingly stare at her while showing her his proud erection.

Her eyes widened and glazed at the sight. The king groans, his cock leaking precum when his wife licks her lips.

Just as she nearly drops to her knees to suck her husband's large cock, a knock at the door pulls her out of her daze.

The king groans loudly and is unable to pin his wife to the ground. She was already halfway across the room.

"Yes?"