The King and Queen's Breastfeeding Girl

Bath Time

The following days set a comfortable routine for Lucy.

Though still shy and flustered about the Queen's increasing touchiness, she's grown comfortable with being in the same room as the royals.

More with the Queen than the King.

Lucy had only seen the King the day they proposed the deal to her in the morning and then did not see him for the rest of the week.

The Queen explained to her that there was an important meeting in the nearby kingdom that required the King's attendance.

Today was her seventh day at the castle, and she had woken alone in the chambers for the first time.

She took advantage of the empty room to lay back down and think back on the events of the week. It was surreal.

The Queen, though nice in general, had gotten stricter by the day regarding small matters. She had taken it upon herself to help Lucy eat by occasionally bringing a spoon to her mouth.

Lucy found it weird but complied with the Queen's silent demands. It was only yesterday that the Queen did not allow Lucy to feed herself.

She cooed at the small girl as if she were a baby and then fed her with a small spoon. Lucy's face was beet red the entire time, and she was glad when lunchtime was over.

Today, the Queen had carried Lucy to the garden and set her down on her lap while she read. The girl squirmed and blushed at the feeling of her back pressed against the Queen's large breasts, but slowly, with the Queen's fingers caressing her sides, she began to feel more at ease.

The Queen had informed her last night that the King would be coming back the following day, and that made the small girl nervous.

Not just because the King was more menacing in general, but because she did not know how it would be with both of the royals around.

Every day, the Queen has started to treat her more like a useless being. She couldn't fathom acting like such an idiot in front of the King.

It was easy to feel calm and in slight comfort with the Queen's warm touches and soothing words, but she couldn't imagine the King having the same softness, which made her nervous. The door opens, and Lucy closes her eyes on instinct.

"Aww, our baby girl is still asleep." She hears the queen coo.

The King hums, his eyes raking down the Queen's body in the silk dress she decided to wear today, and then travel to the girl in their bed.

Although she was still thin and small, the young woman looked healthier than when she first arrived at the castle.

"Carry her down, love. We'll have breakfast together."

Lucy tried her best to remain calm and not blow her cover by taking a peek. She knew it was the King who lifted her in his arms because she felt the large, rough hands maneuver her around until one finally rested on her back and the other on her ass.

She blushed at the contact and bit her tongue to not make any noise. In this position, his fingers slightly grazed her skin below the dress.

As they walk down the stairs, the small girl pretends to wake up.

The Queen coos at her from behind the King, making the shy girl look down, embarrassed.

A part of her did not mind, though. No matter how embarrassing or uncomfortable the situation may be, she'd take this ten times over starvation, homelessness, torture, or death.

When they arrive at the dining room, Lucy's mouth waters at the food placed on the table. She still had not gotten used to the many smells and foods placed on the royal's table on the daily basis.