The King and Queen's Breastfeeding Girl

Caring

The girl had spent hours in the garden, lying on the flower field beneath the giant cherry blossom tree, when the queen returned.

The queen smiles when she sees the gorgeous girl reading a book without noticing she has returned.

In the position she was lying in, the queen could see her round little ass as she swung her legs up and down.

"Dalia, leave us."

"Yes, my lady." Dalia bows to her queen and walks out. There had been no trouble. Dalia was relieved that the young woman the royals had chosen was not a brat.

The queen walks between the flowers and lies next to the startled girl.

Lucy gasps when she turns to the side and blushes deeply when she accidentally touches the queen's large breasts with her face.

Embarrassed, she looks down at the book she was reading and plays with the pages.

"What are you reading there, darling?"

The shy girl bites her lip and says, "Dalia brought me a book from inside. It's called December Rose."

The Queen hums, brushing a piece of hair that shielded the girl's face from her line of sight. The girl gulps and remains as red as ever.

"I'm guessing you have some questions."

The young woman looks up from her book, knowing the queen is not talking about the story in her hands. She takes a deep breath before nodding.

"What do you want to know?" The queen's voice is soothing as she talks and caresses the sides of Lucy's face. The sweet action warms the girl's insides and makes a foreign feeling warm up inside of her.

"W-what am I supposed to do?"

The queen smiles, moving closer and deleting that inch of space between them both. Lucy forces her eyes to remain glued to the queen's, not wanting to be disrespectful by looking down at where the woman's large breasts are pressed against her arm.

"Nothing, if you wish. Play, read, and spend time with mommy and daddy."

The girl chokes on air at the queen's words.

She remembers the short conversation they had earlier and is quick to put two and two together. The queen and king were mommy and daddy.

The queen chuckles at the girl's expression. "I do have a mommy fetish. Though I've never wanted to have my own children, I love the idea of my submissive girl or boy calling me Mommy since I take care of them."

She looks at Lucy with a warm smile. "Don't worry. You don't have to call us that if you do not want to."

When the shy little girl looks down again, the queen proceeds to softly caress her arm.

"The king and I have a routine. You will mostly be spending your days with me since Darius has work to do and travels once a month."

Lucy dares to glance up and slowly starts to relax under the queen's soothing voice and warm eyes.

"As our royal girl, you will be expected to act like it. There are rules for you, and some you may not like. But as long as you follow them, you will not be receiving punishments."

The girl shivers at the word punishments.

She'd do anything to stay alive, so she nods repetitively, trying to convince the queen she will be good.

The queen smiles, loving the girl's submissive nature.

She was a natural.

"I'll be teaching you the rules soon. For now, I simply want you to get used to living with us."

The girl nods, not knowing what to say.

"You'll sleep in our chambers starting tonight."

The girl's cheeks had gone back to their usual shade of pink, but at the queen's words, she turned deep red again.

The young woman had never been intimate with anyone, but she'd stayed in a few places where women sold their bodies for coins, so she had a fair understanding of what would be expected of her.

The queen smirks, knowing what the shy girl is thinking, but does not ease her worries by telling her the truth—that they will be waiting for her to be comfortable with making her take the next step.

She wants to see how it all plays out.

"Come, darling. Daddy is almost home."

Lucy shrieks when the queen lifts her up into her arms. She gasped at how easily the woman lifted her and placed her on her hip, as if she did not weigh a thing. The queen chuckles at the girl's reaction and walks slowly through the garden. She wants to enjoy the feeling of carrying her baby girl in her arms for the first time.

The shy girl, not knowing what to do, looks everywhere but into the queen's eyes.

At first, Lucy thinks that the queen's hand in her ass, below the fabric, was just placed there accidentally to hold her up. But when the queen starts tracing circles with her fingers on her skin as she walks, she quickly realizes it isn't.

The girl squirms, unknowingly rubbing herself against the queen's hip, trying to release the warm feeling in her core.

The queen notices this and smirks.

Servants coo at the queen and the new royal girl from a distance, glad the queen has finally found the one.

Once they reach the bedroom chambers, the queen carries the girl to the washroom.

"As our royal girl, you will allow us to run you a bath every day."

Lucy looks down at the ground and fidgets with the bottom of her dress. The queen tilts her head up and forces the girl to look her in the eyes.

"But we want you to feel comfortable first, okay? You can shower by yourself for these first couple of days."

Lucy sighs in relief, looking up at the queen with her wide doe eyes, and nods gratefully. The queen smiles and pecks the girl's forehead with a soft kiss.

After setting the bathtub ready for her shy girl, the queen begrudgingly makes her way out to the bedroom.

She wanted to bathe her new lover, or even better, shower with her, but she knew it had to wait.

For now, all she and her husband had to do was show the small girl just how caring they could be.

Once Lucy opens up to them, everything will fall according to plan. They would have their perfect royal girl.